I watch the shifting patterns of light on the ceiling, fascinated. I try to trace the source of the brightness, yet I can’t quite fathom its path. Is it moonlight interrupted by passing clouds, or ambient streetlight, or headlights from… Continue reading

The day begins in fog and so does my mind. Of all the days, this is the one I most yearn to spend in quiet, in prayer, in fasting, in closeness with God. I want the ashes on my forehead;… Continue reading