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.


  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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