Every once in awhile, words don't come and I don't beg them. Instead, I retreat further. I seek silence as if it could envelope and soothe all on its own.
The remaining Lenten prompts are queued and ready to go. With those exceptions, I expect this space will be quiet until Easter. The world is blooming and I don't want to miss it.
Be well, my friends. I look forward to celebrating our risen Lord with you in this space!
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop.
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.