The Practice of Belonging
The eternal words of the late Archbishop Desmond Tutu really help me with both the Read More
Jan Richardson | Read Matthew 27:57-66
You wake, and the awful wave of remembering washes over you. It is as if it has happened all over again: the dying, the loss, the utter and unfathomable goneness of the beloved.
You want to be in motion. You want to flee, to hide, to fling yourself into anything...
In the silence, in the stillness, in the sorrow, may we breathe the presence of peace.
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