The Holy City: A meditation


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I woke at 5:30 a.m. on June 17 the way I always do, stretching, savoring the morning smells of chicory in the coffee, and trying to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep.

I failed. The cats were begging for food—the new puppy insistent for attention. The vision of everything I needed to accomplish in the garden before the heat entered its punishing phase started scrolling against the blank screen of my eyelids, and I couldn’t make it stop. I reached toward the nightstand, barely cracking my eyelids, intending to check the time and temperature on my iPad. But the first words I saw on the screen were the morning headlines from CNN… and they did not make sense. Continue reading