To Know When my Life has been Saved

There must be always remaining in every person’s life some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful…The commonplace is shot through with glory; old burdens suddenly become lighter; deep and ancient wounds lose much of their old, old, hurting…Despite all of the hardness of life, despite…

An Appreciative Sigh: Peace of Place II

I share this now from the warmth of a coffee shop where I just had the woman who made my flat white ask—“Do you live near here or over on X street? I saw a woman taking out her garbage at the building next to mine and she looked just like you! I thought that…