A Contemplative Faith
Let the Earth Keep Silence
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soooooooooo, it’s boxers not briefs. Now we know!
I am flattered (and mildly turned on) that you care.
Phew! Boy am I glad now that I didn’t respond with “how could I possibly care whether you wear boxers or briefs!?” (now, if they were *silk* that might be another matter…) (grin/hug)
I only wear the black silk boxers on special occasions. As much as I love going out to the Trappist monastery, it doesn’t make the cut.
Although, I’m loving the image of Trappist monks wearing black silk boxers under their raiments. And yes, I really *do* mean this innocently but isn’t it a great image!? I mean hey, why not? After all what you wear under your um… vestments? habit? raiments? is between you and God presumably.
hands on the table, buddy! where we can see them.
One’s on the keyboard; one’s on the mouse.
Regarding regret – I know what you mean. I always find that when I confront my fears and pass through them to the other side I come out stronger. But man, it’s hard!
I liked doing this enough that I made up my own version about Love which I posted in my journal.
Well, I must confess: when I decided to become a Catholic, I never dreamed that someday I’d be pondering what kind of undies the monks wear under their robes. Thanks for broadening my mind!
If that isn’t enough you can wonder what the nuns wear under their habits!! (Why do they call them habits, are they hard to change??!!)
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