In the presence


What a long week! More howls of horror. Winded, as though punched, forced exhalation causing words to spill uncontrolled from some mouths, whilst others can no longer articulate any response. Noise doesn’t help. It’s interesting and hopeful that solidarity gatherings in public squares are predominantly silent and contemplative.

I’m sitting in the presence of arum lilies, a generous Easter gift. Entirely silent, glossy, slowly unfolding to the light, they beckon me into precisely such wordless being, into reaching searchingly inwards, and hopefully thereby more graciously outwards. Silence changes and hopes in me, embracing our wondering, yearning world.

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