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