In my own words…

Spring is here. The birds have told me so. Sparrows in the garden. Robins returned form their winter vacation. Pairs of geese swimming in the bay.

More things to do outside. The yard. The garden. Pruning. Eave repair. Fence fixing. New frames for raised beds.

With my spiritual reading, I have reached The Spiritual Canticle by St. John of the Cross. I baulked fearfully at the start, but managed through the introductions which were not as formidable as I expected. And now I have waded into the actual text.

Rather than make quotes, which require referencing, I shall make comments in my own words. So far, on the second page of actual text, I can state that:

St. John is saying that God cannot be understood or described through words.

By faith I shall inch along, bit by bit, every night. I am reading The Spiritual Canticle because I want to. No motive beyond that.