Silence my soul, these trees are prayers. I ask the tree, “Tell me about God”; then it blossomed. —Rabindranath Tagore Â
How joyful are the lights
Journal Entry, Thursday nite: “A hundred flickering votives, the slow devotions dancing and bursting, they move wildly, beyond all control, but never seem to blow themselves out. The flame holds steady fed by whatever the source of wind… Read More
The Word for the day
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