We know what everyone else did on Palm Sunday. Little kids were running around. People were throwing their cloaks on the road, creating a red carpet. People tossed palm branches on the road, creating a sidewalk. People were singing and shouting. Pharisees were telling Jesus that he should get the crowd back under control. But […]

Every week or so, Lyla goes to the monastery. She’s making headroom. She writes about her trip each week. More accurately, she writes from her trip.  She’s not providing steps on a journey somewhere. She’s providing rest areas. I read her words. I stop. There is such immense quiet, paintings of silence between her words. […]