after all hallows eve & all saints, all souls i admit my longing for slowing, resting. i name my dreams and groan in prayer. "i sense an invitation in this season." toss and turn grab the remote recheck the vote count the headlines recheck the heartaches recheck reality lost hopes, now hallowed: the mighty remain mighty although their optics are all off. tyrants turn themselves inside out, shed skins & expose plots. there is a message in the faces of those who do not see the mess we are in. who was succumb to the fierce pace of restlessness? who was slave to the demands of the din? was it me? is this a time for lamenting? is this a season for repenting? under the dark sky in late afternoon i look for little illuminations. Spirit — she sneaks, whispers: "be thoughtful, be careful, now is the time for deepening." when i am underground i must accept the pressure the weight the darkness. the risk of mystery: no maps no menus no certainty. swimming in deep water takes strength, energy constant attention to breath to movement to surroundings. depth, though, reveals glowing wonders like flaming altars and secret cathedrals in holy places there are holy answers in the depth: trust love truth hope plus fresh opportunity. invitation accepted.