The first time I remember feeling it, I was a child growing up in Minnesota. The end of winter in that still, gelid land was almost a religious experience. It overwhelmed me and sent me yearning for some kind of ultimate connection I could not name. To satisfy the yearning, I developed a ritual. TheContinue reading “Exquisite Agony”
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February
I can’t believe it’s still February. Time crawls by. I wonder if this is what Pope Gregory XIII thought when he plotted out these 28 endless days. He probably dipped his quill in the well and whispered, “Forgive me God, but I just can’t do this anymore,” and then consigned us, and all of history,Continue reading “February”
Laura Linart 