Something that started circling in my head on my walk today.
“Pilgrims of the Great Divorce” – a line from Caedmons Call’s “High Countries”
I know what it’s like to be a child of divorce. The uneasiness that accompanies.
I’ve been ruminating the idea of how we live in a dis-eased world and need healing – a salve – salvation.
Perhaps this all means something or I’m supposed to do something with it.
Unfortunately, I’ve no idea yet what that something is.