creativity. digital. faith.

After over a year feeling spiritually numb in the sands of my Arrakis, some semblance of hope has begun to fill my void. I do feel the Breath rustling within, enveloping me. My arid spirit detects the pitter-patter of raindrops falling from an ocean of clear blue sky. The night journeys will end. The stilsuit dependency will end. The promise of the Latter Rain and the Latter House (Jl 2:23; Hgg 2:9) rings softly in the cave of my refuge. I am beginning to see, like Paul Atreides, “another kind of terrain: the available paths”.