Immaculate

I spent a bit of time pondering the life of the Virgin Mary today. Looking up at the crescent moon this evening, it felt like I was looking at a desert moon, one that may have hung up in the night sky for the Mother of G_d. What does it mean to be free of…

Perfectly Random

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body    love what it loves. ~from Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver The poem, excerpted above, knocks me out.   I have…