For that moment, at least, all our doors and windows were wide open; we were not carefully shutting out God's purifying light, in order to feel safe and secure; we were bathed in the same light that burned and yet did not consume the bush. We walked barefoot on holy ground.
Madeleine L'EngleBut my memories are like a fire in winterโwhenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. โDitta
Madeleine L'EngleThe only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.
Madeleine L'Engle