Meanwhile, on the way to the vigil . . .

Last night was supposed to have been a relatively simple, if not easy, beginning to my first-ever observance of the Vigil for the Bulls.  Simple because I had a clear understanding of what I was intending to do, but not easy because it required me to be awake at two in the morning.  Sometimes, oneContinue reading “Meanwhile, on the way to the vigil . . .”