An 8 word story
Impenetrable darkness imprisoned; brilliant flame of truth freed.
An Augustinian priest prayed for me on Monday.
Then, during silent prayer, while I simply lay, resting in his presence, smiling like and full of joy, a burning orb of light pushed out tension and control out of my body. It was a simple exchange of light for darkness and a sense of expansion within as my capacity to receive light, joy and life increased.
To celebrate, I built a bonfire. We are still cleaning up our seven acres which means burning piles of brush and fallen trees or dead tree that still need to be chopped down. Sometimes bonfires are a sort of symbolic, spiritual act for me; we allow the fire of God to burn old sin within us, lighting our souls on fire with his love at the same time.