Signs of Change
Signs of the change in season are becoming apparent, cooler mornings, gold-tinged leaves spread over hillsides, falling apples.
The first apples to fall are usually wormy ones. They won’t keep. I gathered a basketful of them and decided to cook them down into applesauce. Cinnamon, cardamom and star anise will spice it up a bit.
It took me quite a while to get to the bottom of the basket. It made me think about penitence, removing the wormy parts of my heart. I will never get to the bottom of that basket (are you thinking, yes, she is a basket case?), but patience and perseverance count the most.
“Is there any creature, whose bones lie in the grave in the hope of My Mercy, worth praying to? Apart from Mary, pregnant with the son, the woman sinner who also defied Me, but who made herself undergo great pain scraping the stains off her flesh, extracting the doubts from her heart, in order to be born again in purity, that woman who was weaker than anyone else. Apart from her, who joined the spirits that stand in front of My Throne, among the golden luminaries, no creature is to be prayed to.”
We can change if we choose to do so, a continuous task of rubbing, sanding, scrubbing, but oh so worth it. Only if a certain number of people decide to do so can we avert the disaster the human race is on its way to becoming.
Then I went outside and refilled the basket.
RA = The Revelation of Arès