home after a nice long dinner with a friend that will soon be moving to bc

had a long chat about everything that's been going on..and our weaknesses, future hopes and aspirations
all, in God

learned tonight that none of these experiences of mine are stupid..and aye i may get over them, but it's not stupid...it's real

as one said - the darker things make my life worth living

the snow walker was a movie based on 'walk well, my brother': it was a story of sacrifice, giving, while struggling to survive

a grief observed proved a quick read

'I mustn't sit down content with the phantasmagoria itself and worship that for Him...Not my idea of God, but God. Yes, and also not my idea of my neighbour, but my neighbour...'

'All reality is iconoclastic'

'When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of "No answer." It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, "Peace, child; you don't understand."