Weird and fakeness. tangledness.
I had a good letting go at Good Friday last night, just kept crying then went to the cushions in front of the cross and put my face down in the cushion. it felt good to be nearer.
Then I received a weird email this morning and i'm disturbed.
Tomorrow is Easter is the end of my fast for Lent (of Alcohol) and since it's March 23rd, it would have been me and Cliff's 1 year. How powerful that it comes on Easter, the day of Rising. And of death and rebirth. I have praying for a kind of baptism in myself, and for me and Cliff's relationship--a washing-a renewal of the land I do feel a clearing around all of me.
but there are themes of fakeness around me
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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Oh molly. It was so good seeing you today, my sister in Jesus,
Dan
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