Balaam, from My Mother is an Old Elephant

I rest under no roof.
I am the dusty traveller,
the journey, the road,
the pothole and the hoof.
I am Balaam and the voice I hear
is my breathing creature
plodding on,
eating straw,
seeing angels.
 

Sacramental or therapeutic?

I have just finished reading a book on spiritual direction (by Kenneth Leech) called Soul Friend. I do recommend it highly. He is man of great breadth and wisdom. And though the first 30 pages or so were hard to engage with for me, in the end I found his ideas gracious and expansive. Perhaps the most helpful issue that he clarified for me was both the connection between and the

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