“Your hope is not a mocking dream… We cannot hope until we know, however obscurely, that there is something to hope for…”
Some may have noticed a lack of posts the last month or so. Rather than explaining I will share some journal excerpts that I wrote this weekend during a retreat at Worth Abbey:
I’m finding a slowness in my soul. A pain that is just ahead of me that I want to feel but, like in a dream, I’m weighed down and can’t catch it. I only ever get the tail end – a dull unsatisfactory ache. I long to pass through the pain, to weep it out; the fear, the insecurity.
I long for peace, for healing, for forgiveness. Where have I gone? Father…
There is a firing range nearby, I can hear the shots through the forest. In this peaceful place, a…
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