. . . about little things, and the Big . . .
Saw your blog on COL. I like this entry. I understand. Moments like this are indeed epiphanies. Emily Dickinson wrote:Oh,sacrament of summer days,Oh, last communion in the haze,Permit a child to join,Thy sacred emblems to partake,Thy consecrated bread to break,Taste thine immortal wine.Do you consider your self a monk without a monastery?
A monk-at-heart perhaps. Would like solitude, but live in the world... stumbling through.
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