I remember clearly a May day—maybe even a Pentecost day—sitting contemplatively on a warm hillside and feeling the breeze become a wind. Ahhhh!…I thought here Sophia is, rising up and blowing through my being. Her Spirit speaking to my spirit as I prayed for openness of eye and ear to the Holy within and surrounding me. I continue to be grateful for that one moment in time, an unrepeatable memory, and yet a clear sign of what comes of walking away from the empty tomb, walking toward, and with, the living Presence. What more could one ask of a day in May?
Christine Parks, csj