i watched the snow fall late last night. the trees were black, the light was blue. the house was quiet, all was still. i listened to my breathing.
there are Mysteries for which there are no words, that can't be explained and therefore, can't be shared, at least not easily. words are such clumsy things and even though i know a lot of them, they feel like crayons in my fingers, the fat thick ones that toddlers use. this is why i refuse to take so much of so-called Sacred Scripture seriously, let alone literaly - the Inspired Word of God it well may be, but filtered through such limited human brains as to be rendered nearly incomprehensible lo these many years later.
i can no more communicate what i experienced last night than i can explain to you how my car runs or how this computer works. there is no language, there are no words, not even in my ferociously exorbitant lexicon. all i can tell you is that i knew myself Nourished and Sustained and Loved and Known, anchored and fused into the Real, to the infinite and eternal.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.