Mother of the Wounded: A Lesson in Self-Surrender

Czestochowa, Poland ~ February 1st, 2008 We cross the border, into Poland, and my eyes can see the traces of Communism, holding on long after the thing itself has died away: stark, gray buildings, so barren and plain, all looking exactly like the one before, because everything has to be equal… and it strikes me: … More Mother of the Wounded: A Lesson in Self-Surrender