Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance. and there is only the dance. T.S. Eliot SO. My Still Time didn’t happen exactly as I thought it would. I planned to spend long hours staring at the bay in deep mediation and communion with God. What I actually did was spend long seconds staring at the water and communing with God. But then I got hungry. Every time. So in case He wasn’t done with me yet, I asked Him to please hold on till the commercial breaks of the Kardashians, and I listened really hard…
Remember
Since Sister’s first Annuncia post was published on Thursday, I’ve been sitting at my computer sorting through names and email addresses and staring cross-eyed at Craig while he repeats accusatory phrases like “it’s an Excel spread sheet, Glennon. It’s a spread sheet. Have you really never seen a spread sheet?” Show off. Obviously, I’ve also been crying a lot. Mostly because of the terrifying spread sheets, but also because of your emails. Since the Annuncia announcement three days ago, I’ve received 224 emails. These have been no ordinary emails. They have been passionate, heart wrenching emails – messages from women…
Wave on Wave
Hi Lovies. I’ve missed you. Would you go visit my baby Sister today? She wants to tell you a story about the toes that your waves touched. Love, G