proximity to life means proximity to death
" I tuck the truth of it into my own body and pray for the Spirit to be merciful. To let the sad things find him — and me, and us — slowly, tenderly." This is a tough and powerful thing - there is beauty and wisdom that only come from sadness. Sigh.
I also read (and added a comment) to your Sunday reflection for ISN. I do think about it all the time these days.
And lastly. That IG post. What a spiritual practice! What a message to counteract the prevailing understanding of God and the "good" news. What if we are not miserable worms? What if we are helping bring forth His kingdom of life and light? Lovely
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This reflection is sooooooo good, in what it says and how it says it. Love and understanding fill every sentence, every word, and it flows like a good, natural conversation between friends. Thank you, Shannon, for the cup of coffee at your kitchen table.
As always, GRATEFUL for your insights!
This reads like beautiful poetry Shannon! I can deeply relate to this theme… my sense of well-being fluctuating with that of the plants, animals, critters (& children!) that surround my everyday living. Geez… I confess that somedays I wonder what it would be like to be a little less intimately involved in all of this living (& dying). But I agree life is richer this way. Thanks for this reflection.
I almost didn’t read this article because I have a major snake phobia but I’m so glad I skipped past the first paragraph and read about the prayer for our children to now death in the most graceful and tender ways. Also holding on to the words for reflection this week: “proximity to life always means proximity to death”.
Loved this story Shannon, and AM COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH the whole Catholic Women Preach situation. I spend most of the drive home from mass on Sundays fixing everything that was untrue/unhelpful/broken in that week’s homily and am now about to dive head first into the rabbit hole of these.