Often, I think about the past. I think about yesterday or the weekend. About all the times I messed up, about everything that didn’t happen as I planned. I’m reading The Return of the King, and in one chapter, Tolkien writes, “…all the paths behind were thronged by an unseen host that followed in the dark.” He’s writing about a literal unseen host, but this sentence somehow describes the fears and shame and guilt that haunt my trail daily.
What an amazing progression of thoughts Morgan! Past, Present, Future. I imagine you having discussions in heaven with these authors and actually enjoying every moment. But maybe you are enjoying the process now! Mind blowing!
The long fingers of shadow
What an amazing progression of thoughts Morgan! Past, Present, Future. I imagine you having discussions in heaven with these authors and actually enjoying every moment. But maybe you are enjoying the process now! Mind blowing!