How much does joy weigh? Does it weigh as heavy as despair, only different, without pain? Does joy have negative weight, letting the carrier walk a little lighter? Does joy look like the thing in front of you– a home-cooked meal, quiet secrets with your beloved, a blooming jacaranda? Or is it the transformation of […]
Pry open your fists and let spill the gold of yesterday. Keep your hands empty for newness. Trust that it will come. It will come. Keep faith supple, malleable. Smash the idol of yesterday. With your permission, the one God becomes again Himself: limitless. All new now.