Sitting in the morning's stillness, wondering if being disarmed and bound could also be an embrace? A reflection on Mark 3, distraction, stillness, and learning to listen.

In a world where you need and what you can give is part of the answer as well as the question, all kinds of doors and windows might open.

We use words all the time, and sometimes because they just come out. Is that okay for poetry? For prayer? For other people?