Presence
/Loneliness pulled me outside, to the streets. Buttoning my peacoat tight around me, I flipped the collar up to brace against the wind. Walking among the Saturday night crowds of Portand’s NW 23rd, I saw myself from above, as in a sad montage in a film.
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I wrote about the last step of the Examen Prayer, looking forward to the day to come for Ignatian Spirituality