Joy and Suffering and Death 


Not today. Not yet.  

I've been thinking of my brother, who died in July 2000, quite a bit lately. Reflecting on the events of the past year, I began to write about how I came to understand why there is suffering and how I try to respond to it. But just a few paragraphs, an incomplete story, was all I could muster. I'll keep at it. I write to keep a snapshot of emotions so I don't forget. Misery and happiness side by side so I can remember what each feels like.

But John of the Cross does figure in the story. As does braised boar belly.
All things ceased: I went out from myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies. 

Posted: Mon - December 15, 2003 at 07:08 PM           |

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