Mom and I would wait for John every Wednesday afternoon. He was as reliable as Big Ben, always on time, climbing up the back steps
Tag: dying
Grace, letting go and dying
I’ve been humbled as of late. A few health scares have caused me to look even deeper at life and how I clutch on to
Watch and pray
(I’m re-posting a blog from two years ago during this sacred time of Holy Week. May we open to the mystery of the Divine presence