So all day I was waiting for an epiphany. And it finally came. When I was washing dishes. That would make Brother Lawrence - if he weren't so humble - proud. Although I wasn't intentionally practicing the presence of God, he showed up anyway. An epiphany wouldn't be one without the element of surprise, so it makes sense it would happen that way...and yet, it does fit the pattern of how I usually receive the most profound insights. It's in the mundane moments, when I'm physically occupied by something menial, like showering or cleaning up the kitchen. And there's another theme in there, too - whenever I'm immersed in rushing, hot water, my mind gets an ionic charge (perhaps I've been watching too much Eureka). Or it may just be that because I'm stuck doing something tangibly, I have the freedom to mentally explore. You see, this is why I don't blog often. It took me 15 minutes and an entire paragraph just to analyze the way the epiphany came. I still haven't even hinted at what it was. And now it's time to go to bed. Sorry to keep you in suspense, stay tuned tomorrow for the revealing post, entitled "Is He Him and Am I Me?" (bonus: click the picture for a vignette I just wrote about that special sand dollar)
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