...trudging into the distance in the bleeding stinking mad shadow of Jesus...the Lord out of dust had created him, had made him blood and nerve and mind, had made him to bleed and weep and think, and set him in a world of loss and fire... --Flannery O'Connor
12.05.2018
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I thought about death the whole day today,
happily and gladly.
Life is one breath, I said.
A long, slow, surrendering exhalation
filled with gratitude.
Rejoice.
Receive.
You are not drowning, I told myself.
Do not forget to breathe.
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