Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                     When the world seems tilted into darkness,          rotting at the edges, when large, hard beasts          lumber up just behind the horizon, when the great cathedral ceiling          in my chest falls to dust, and the knowing beneath my knowing          shuts its mouth in horror                   or shame, when the hands of my heart tremble,

I may sit in candlelight and watch the storm from inside the window, but eventually I go out into the darkness, into the rain,                             the rain,

with its infinite tender fingers.

__________________ Weather report Massage as a Source greater than our failures floods us and sweeps away our pockets of stationary air. Expect bathing and rinsing especially at lower instincts, moved by water and the Spirit. Surface anxiety will give way to trust, possibly turning to hope later in the day.                     Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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