Does the good news miracle of a grey whale in Howe Sound for the first time in 100 years even begin to balance out the terrible, destruction embodied in news of an oil spill off the Gulf of Mexico?
I fear not, dear ones.
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.