‘All the Birds Were Singing in the Darkness’

Sad and beautiful. Reminded me of the passing of Brother Hugh. He died around midnight 1979, July 11. The birds were singing.

Aleteia, Anna Whiston-Donaldson: I sat at a small table in the back of the bookstore, looking out at the faces of friends and strangers there to support me in the tumultuous and unwanted journey I’d been on for the past three years. The place was packed. Story is here.