Wednesday, July 22, 2015

CLOISTERS

The image in this morning's meditation: a long cloister, reaching out ahead of me, dark, leading to black at the far end.

To the left, a glow of light entering, glimpses of a lovely garden through the arches.

Memories of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?  Intimations of mortality?

A sense of peace.
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