Transcendence

Futile attempts to capture the ineffable.

Grounded moments

“Warm sun on neck. Cool air on face. Trilling birds in trees.”

“So beautiful, this simple hillside. So beautiful in peace and momentary safety.”

“What would I see? I’m not asking to see anymore. I will see what I’m supposed to see. I see blessings.”

“Shadows race down the hill toward our lives, making it all the more imperative to soak up the sunshine.”

“What’s left, when every plan has failed? What remains after every hope is dashed?”

“The world, chaos and madness, tearing and conflicting, confusing and confounding.”

“Living in faith means of necessity living in contradiction to the world.”

“This world is merely a launching point. To understand the Purpose and Reality of the stew while just looking at the iron pot is impossible.”

“Let the thunder into your life, let its peels of threat shake your soul.”

“There is a liminal peace, a liminal peace right at the edge of this temporal world, right there, right at the edge.”

“Oh the joys of contemplative prayer. Oh the touch of Reality. Oh the blindness.”

“The embrace of shadows, welcoming home; mere projections of embrace, offering hints of the depths of connection.”