Just back from a powerful retreat, at which my cerebral approach to faith and inhibitions were shed in favor of a much more abundant approach. Words that seemed cliched came alive, I joined in songs that I've called kitsch, and generally had a whale of a time.
Grau, teurer Freund, ist alle Theorie
Doch grün des Lebens goldner Baum
May all who stop by here bloom with life!