Tabernacle Letters

Words are dry these days and instead a lot of private musings on the side that are futile to capture in creative form.  I cannot write without figuring my interior self out.  And for the most part I remain cloistered in a silent journey with God.  Writing letters in private to the Savior of my Soul.

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  1. This is beautiful, Kathy. Not everyone is willing to do the interior work. The right kind of silence--the silence of which you speak--is the ground of all eloquence and creativity. Blessings on your journey with God. :)

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