Stories of Life
Sometimes you meet a person
and the story of their
life manages to wiggle its way
deep in your own–or come at you
head on and demand
to be given room.
True stories are like that:
they should be given a garden
to dance around in with their arms
raised high and make noise
and breathe deeply.
Underline that part because
your life could depend on it.
SH 12/25/2019
(while reading Padraig O Tuama’s work, which I find very beautiful)
Thoughts on a Contemplative Reformation 
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