Category: Great Cosmic Kindness

      The divine spark My dear old Mum was a traditional Irish Catholic. Very soft-spoken lady, writer for Catholic magazines (she wrote as Angela Meyrick), and had a magnificent library. Not for show either. All her books were dog-eared, with extensive pencil notes written in the margins. She expressly left the library to…

  “I’m sorry they treat you so wickedly”, whispered the Sky. “It’s okay”, smiled Earth. From the depths of her seas. The tops of her mountains. And the quiet murmur of the patient breeze. “Humans are small in spirit. They forget. It all only lasts? Their glory, vanity, pomp & strut? Their endless, warring, silliness? For a moment.”