Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Sometimes the mountain is hidden from me in veils of cloud, sometimes I am hidden from the mountain in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue, when I forget or refuse to go down to the shore or a few yards up the road, on a clear day, to reconfirm that witnessing presence.

 The ones who live in the desert if you knew them you would understand everything. They see it all and never judge any just drink the water when they get the chance. If I could grow arms on my scars like them, if I could learn  the patience they know I wouldn't apologize for my thorns either just stand in the desert and witness-