Outside, a silent breeze is polishing the gilded afternoon. Inside, my pace has slowed after days of much activity and much speech.
But it is not yet slow enough.
I watch afternoon light leisurely descend the stairs of Annunciata Hall and I want to be that slow, that unhurried.
May we each make the time to be restful and still, to be unhurried, to be slow, to linger long in quiet prayer. And may we let the Light of Christ descend deeply into the silence of our hearts, filling us with the burnished glow of His presence.