As we stand under our fig trees and eye the world with our limited, cynical vision, let us remember to listen for mystery. Let us admit the possibility of having our hearts opened and our minds blown
We cannot receive the blessings of the overwhelming beauty and power of God’s creation without the gifts of air and light. Air moves, and we have the wind which sometimes blows gently against our bodies, and others moans through the cracks in our homes like a miserable ghost. Usually, I listen to the wind and consider that a friend has come to visit me
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