This shimmering view through the thick medieval glass windowpane arrests me. The call to Halt, look, see again, seems to whisper into the air that hovers just above me, or all about, or even deeper within. This wavy scene—a thing of beauty itself—in which I recognize yet also see anew the centuries-old traditional European half-timbered …
This life can be so mind-boggling, so utterly overwhelming, that language fails. In a sense, language will always be inadequate to express what we deeply feel and surprisingly discover. But today I’ll try to form a few thoughts about this wildly beautiful and at once deeply disturbing life that we live: mind-bogglingly glorious and also …
Holy grief—is there such a thing? Or is all grief horrid, unholy, the pain we cannot welcome? Then again, is holy grief the only kind of grief, the right kind—the other kind of grief is . . . is what? Can someone tell me what unholy grief would be? I have my moments when the …
Monika Hilder 