The Beauty of Stillness

'Be still and know that I am God.

Be still and know that I am.

Be still and know.

Be still.

Be.'

- Fr. Richard Rohr

And the Blows Keep A' Comin'

I'm dizzy, disoriented, and really shouldn't be doing this at work. I haven't blogged in almost 3 years- and I doubt anyone checks this anymore, so I'm writing in relative anonymity. I'm glad for that, because I feel like my world is falling apart.

Short and sweet- as I do have to work:

- My family is sick
- My niece was injured in a car accident
- My mother is dying
- My cat is dead

All in the space of one week. Everything is hazy, and I am numb.

Except for those moments when I want to scream so loud and so hard that my head will explode.

I'm terrified to ask 'what next?!?', because I fear there will be an answer.

Yeats' 'center' has finally collapsed in on itself, and the rough Beast has made it to Bethlehem to be born.