Stephen Pradarelli
Nov 30, 2018 · 1 min read

Thanks for your deep sharing. I’ve touched, briefly, that place you mention several times in my lifetime, during meditation or walking along Lake Michigan as a little boy— it’s there a fraction of a second and then it’s gone (but not gone, as you know). The experiences put me in mind of Richard Dreyfus’ character in Close Encounters. A place that turns out to be Devil’s Tower haunts him day and night and he can’t help but transform mashed potatoes, piles of dirt in the living room, etc., to match the image in his head. Meanwhile, his wife and kids look at him like he’s crazy, which he kind of is, but in a good way. Trying to be “normal” when you glimpse how much more (and less) is going on is a pretty impossible task. A good sense of humor goes a long way toward making such a life more bearable and buoyant. Having spent some time in Assisi and being a big fan of St. Francis myself, I imagine that he was absolutely effervescent with holiness because he saw things as they really are.

    Stephen Pradarelli

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    Intrepid ditherer | Middling meditator | Woodland wanderer | Vulcan owner (the motorcycle, not the alien)