i liked something from a really old idea, that i read in Jung. The ‘ecclesia spiritualis’, were kind of a diverse and eclectic group of people, that didn’t really have any church here on earth, but were, never the less, somehow moved by the Holy Ghost. Sometimes, i think we now call these people, ‘thought leaders’, or agents of change, and they are kind of sustaining ech other, in their often, solitary work to bring about change or renewal.

When I was six my mother was taking a college literature class and would kill two birds by reading her assignments to me. The words of a hundred short stories were deposited in my subconscious without the benefit of the titles or authors by which I might have retrieved them.

They have been my mother’s sleeper cell of generous strangers. At unpredictable moments I have been reading a story it seemed I already knew when I realize I’d heard it before, in a familiar voice, as I watched through the window our trees shed their useless leaves, and my mother did her homework.