Tuesday, 16 October 2012

I am deeply suspicious
 of the whiffly, whaffly, type of spirituality
 that calls us to hover in some everlasting ecstasy
 which runs counter to the muscular reality of the incarnation.

An essential hallmark of holiness
has to be it's full acceptance and realisation of humanity.

I was delighted then, to spy these directions
 when looking for the ubiquitous "ladies" queue at
Meryem ana / Mary's House.
(The subject of yesterday's post.)
That's what I call a truly holy sense of humour.

Be Blessed

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