whole: day 23

Of all that God has shown me I can speak just the smallest word, Not more than a honey bee Takes on his foot From an overspilling jar. Mechtild of Magdeburg I wonder if I have to be dead before I can see the whole of God?  It isn’t unusual to hear people say ofContinue reading “whole: day 23”

whole: day 5

Little Kay was quite blue with cold – nearly black, in fact – but he did not notice it, for she [the Snow Queen] had kissed his shivering away, and his heart was nothing but a lump of ice.  He spent his time dragging sharp, flat pieces of ice about, arranging them in all sortsContinue reading “whole: day 5”