While driving through the orange tunnel that is tree-lined Dulcet Street at this time of year (actually, the autumn colors seem preternaturally prolonged this year: warmth and color so late into the season must be going to my head) I had a thought. The paradox of being alive in this world is that we are simultaneously healing and dying. Because we are always dying, at least once we've stopped growing up. We are not necessarily always healing, but we can be, if we seek to be. So healing is not opposed to dying. Hmmm.
This must be what happens when you make it to Centering Prayer group the previous day.
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