An ancient sacred story tells how once, a burning bush caused questions of identity to slip off a tongue and fall loose of famous lips. Personal experience teaches how they slip and fall equally well before a burning candle in spiritual direction.
Moses began his asking (or better to say, his un-masking) with this one:
“Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh, and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?“
Yet to realize Moses posed his questions at the ripe age of eighty makes me long to shake my head — as if to say, “Oh, Moses, Moses — when will you ever learn — when will you learn not to throw up such ineffective smoke screens before God?” And perhaps I would. But for a real fear I may still be asking questions like his myself. When I’m eighty-one.
Connecting the two question-mark dots, Moses to my own, makes me wonder: Is it possible questions of identity ripen best on holy ground?
an everyday life 
Or is it possible that an honest encounter with questions of identity turns any ground holy?
Linda, I like your turn of words — the flip side of the same coin?
Prob’ly. 😉
Oh Linda,
I wonder how much of life (everyday or even our exciting exclamation points) can be viewed this way? And should be viewed this way.
And in writing this, I’m beginning to hear the haunting sound of Joni Mitchell’s voice singing in the background. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKQSlH-LLTQ&feature=related
Surely, at their best and truest, digital conversations with you are carried out on holy ground. Like this one. How grateful I am that you came back for one more word.