Go where your best prayers take you.
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
I had not heard of Frederick Buechner until a few days ago, when I met him through George at Transit Notes (see my blogroll). I had to find out more, read more. He is a poet and theologian, a spiritual memoirist and essayist. I liked what I found. The quotes I've included are his. The words themselves seem full of grace, attended to by a keen and loving heart.
Late this afternoon I went over to the church at Ranchos de Taos. It's been painted and photographed countless times by many artists including Georgia O'Keeffe and Ansel Adams. I've photographed it more than once over the years, but I wanted to go back and pay homage to it again. And, for the first time, I had the place all to myself. It sure was fun.