Heavens... It has been a while since I updated this blog. I tend to spend most of my time on livejournal, but I would like to post scribblings here more regularly...
I had such a nice time with Diane last sunday; we took very beautiful photographs at Beechwood cemetery. It was lovely just to be in her company, especially since almost two years had passed between this photo shoot and the previous one. The creative process was both soothing and gratifying. Gazing at the pictures later on, I could see the spiritual anguish I experienced these past twelve months come through in the photographs.
Indeed, the sequence of images was a recapitulation of my life in many ways. It has been a holy struggle; a struggle with the holy. A blessed struggle. An agony and ecstasy.
Another copy of Bring forth the best robes sold on amazon today. I truly hope that The flawed master will be at least as good (speaking of agony and ecstasy)...
I have been collecting rosaries of the Sacred Heart of Jesus lately. Well, I now have two. They comfort me immensely.
Yet I need to pray more. I so often feel like the young priest in Diary of a Country Priest. I find such strength in his story.
Like him, I feel there is so little time. I used to have time...
I still do; a great deal, even. At the same time, I have none. I stand before an endless road, carrying a bag upon my back.
But I see a small cabin on the horizon.
I am grateful.... My blessings are seemingly without number. I am also harried.
Life is a strange mixture of peacefulness, and intense yearning for peace in the midst of this, that and the other.
God is above all. He is the roof over me, the limitless sky overhead.
