As noted earlier, today was a total rest day - with something unexpected. We hadn't really thought much about the fact that I was born in Pittsburgh - or that my dad graduated from college here - when we booked our small flat. But today as we prowled the campus I started to recall conversations from long ago and far away. So much so, that thanks to daughter Michal's help, we took a picture of me on the same steps my dad held me as a baby on the day of his graduation. What a wonderful surprise...
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In this week's summary of reflections at the Center for Contemplation and Action, Barbara Brown Taylor's synthesis of the apophatic ...
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