Fluent
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.John O’Donohue
Conamara Blues
Me too. I think he did, and I think he was, and probably still is.
I’ve just been gazing upon a photograph of my elderly father beaming upon my smiling infant granddaughter. Perichoresis.
I think they do, and I think they both are, too.