The older I get the less able I am to live the life that is
given me. It is too overwhelming, a
magnificent meaning of the indescribable and unimaginable being played out
inside me. The paradox, it is not
excited adventure but sacramental stillness; I cannot “not be” enough to be who
I need to be to experience the life that I am living. Who will save me from this busy man I am?...
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