From “Healing in the Dark” – Mab Maher (1956-1974; 287)
In the novitiate I loved to kneel next to one classmate. Usually we were assigned places in chapel, but not when we knelt through the night before the casket of a dead sister. The intent of this observance was like that of the Tibetan Buddhists: by seeing death clearly, we were to become aware of the passingness of all things. But I never felt so alive as during those nights when I could kneel next to my friend. I felt as if I would live forever.
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
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