The twilight fades and all that remains of the day is a ribbon of crimson edging the western horizon behind Magdalene. Her gaze is locked on the firelight, yet seems to gaze beyond it, enthralled by a deeper vision. You join her, staring deep into the flames that leap and dance in the whisper of an evening breeze perfumed with hawthorn blossom.
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Thirty Days with Mary Magdalene
SpiritualThirty Days with Mary is a month-long series of daily reflections originally published on the Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter pages for this website. Due to the positive social media response to the series, I have decided to include it here on the...
