“Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for:Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growthThrough places where death In its own
“Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for:Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growthThrough places where death In its own
I have had a lot of silent conversations with God lately. It was during my Jesuit education days in university that I learned the magical
Ha! How I wish the title were referring to my age, but that would be cheating by over 20+ years! The number is indeed referring
“The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.“ It was cold and rainy in Berlin today, and as I watched the large tree outside my window sway back and forth in the
The Taxi! (Berlin) series is back! I finally stumbled on another interesting story, which I have truly missed doing. The long ride this morning gave
For the past three days I have been wondering what to write to commemorate Daddy´s fourth death anniversary today. Did I want to write another