Much like our own chicken run - an obscure little place where i can cluck and scratch about life in the realm of Catholic domesticity.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
This morning's reflection
My husband and i have always admired the monastic characteristics of winter, and when the earth is shrouded in her mantle of white, I'm reminded of the silence of a soul in adoration of the Most High.
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Awesome! I never thought of winter that way, but I believe there is a truth in that perspective. How poetic! Mom S.
1 comment:
Awesome! I never thought of winter that way, but I believe there is a truth in that perspective. How poetic! Mom S.
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