A walk in the cemetery in Spring combines reminders of death and reminders of life.

May 12, 2020 · 6:15 PM UTC

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Replying to @RobertEllsberg
The cemetery, where I forgave my abuser priest, is a place of transformation. At my parents grave nearby, Thomas Merton's words are etched on their stone: "Our world w/o storms and our lives w/o agony, would give us nothing to grow on, make us glad for stormy weather." Fitting.
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Beautiful.
Replying to @RobertEllsberg
I spent Saturday in a slave cemetery a few miles from my house in a wood of Bitternut and Sourwood. Reminded me, ‘what kind of society wd create this outcome?’ ‘How can I serve to create a more flourishing future?’
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