I will preface this disjointed post by saying that I don’t expect everyone to follow my train of thought here. It IS rather disjointed, but it flowed in my stream of consciousness this way as I talked with two friends: one in the afternoon with tea around my fire. The other way late into the …
“God utters me like a word containing a partial thought of himself.” (Thomas Merton) But am I true to that word? Or do I impose sanctions against myself in an empty attempt to manage myself to my myself and to my world. Someone recently told that they loved me and I thought, “Do you love …
reconciling things 