A day to contemplate our mortality. I think I grapple with my own, even more so as I grow older. But tonight, as the bowl of ashes was making its way around the circle, each of us tracing a gritty cross on our neighbor, I contemplated the mortality of each of us All that I hold dear…….all of us really such fragile vessels. From dust we have come. To dust we shall return. All of us.
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