Snow Sun
Grey and windy this morning, clouds scudding across a snow moon, snowflakes dancing over brown and tawny gardens put to rest…November song.
The Mystic’s Divine Experience
Often I am asked how one can “be a mystic” without residence in a monastic setting, without daily immersion in prayer and meditation.
Mystical Awakening
I woke at 2:01 this morning, thinking it must be near dawn, only to find it was still the middle of the night.