from the Detailed Rules for Monks by Saint Basil the Great
“To confess my personal feelings, when I reflect on all these blessings I am overcome by a kind of dread and numbness at the very possibility of ceasing to love God and of bringing shame upon Christ because of my lack of recollection and my preoccupation with trivialities.”
January, the sun finally out
after much rain.
Driving through the light
while a Haydn violin concerto is playing
and I’m eating the rest
of my blueberry sour cream muffin.
Tears in my eyes it tastes so good.
Snow very white on Mary’s Peak
and the dark trees leading up to it.
A freshness to things.
Everything clean and bright.
Blue, blue sky.