tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28659657.post5784635794940060874..comments2022-11-09T21:15:46.139+10:00Comments on vexilla regis: A SMALL PARISH IN KNOXVILLE TENNESSEEvexilla regishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15905798654957674327noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28659657.post-11085229630847509212013-12-22T04:56:22.766+10:002013-12-22T04:56:22.766+10:00I find myself grateful for simple things, enjoying...I find myself grateful for simple things, enjoying quiet tea, eating a sandwich without touching it or letting it touch my lips, and admiring the beauty of a well-placed doily. I hear the ducks at the river behind my dwelling and I am reminded that the truest gifts await me in a reality of pure simplicity. I wish earnestly to go there. What I have tried to create here, I will find there. It's the kind of simplicity I have look for in life, but not truly found. I now know I will never find it in life. For it's easy to miss because my human, suffering, monkey-mind, is not simple. I am in exile because my mind is not simple. <br /><br />As this dread gloom of winter, harkened by turbulent whims of nature, settles upon the land, licking at our doors like a primordial wolf with its eternal tongue, will we not find ourselves becoming weak? Will we not find ourselves only biding the hours before we lie down to be taken by the indifferent embrace of an empty darkness? Perhaps this is why we fear the dark so. But consider this. What if in that eternal night, we find the peace of the eons, knowing nothing, wanting nothing, fearing nothing? Should we not then be grateful for it now? Colonel Muttonfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06926424651940132118noreply@blogger.com