Saturday, August 8, 2009
Instead of the cross....
"Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung!"
–Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Where do I dwell? In anger, in forgiveness, in peace, in privilege, in emptiness, in self, in stories, in my house, in l...