Friday, February 5, 2016

prose

this life, this journey, deeper and deeper i go as one work takes to to another-gift
all gift as i learn patience and practice.

i cant point or share or pretend to put words to, the moment i begin to paint colors
appear from the ME that is creating them and the work is slightly altered.

michael molinos- the spiritual guide- came to be from fenelon- from the sisters of sacred heart sharing stay in being discovered, the lord is leading you inward, from introduction to quietism, i never heard of,  from years of contemplation i am humble to be led.... have strong desires and yet they as what draws me also. 

strangely, yesterday my phone fell in the toilet as i was in the midst of contemplating sin ! silly
to think my small menial life of the sinner that i am-has such worthiness in it to be discovered
led and called so deeply for what i can not know..... i love, i comfort, i teach , i heal-

astounded in abundance of food ,chew ever so slowly and still watch the working of
my mind and it has occured to me that when one is dying, there is suffering.

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