Some idea or spark from this very different weekend

<<< 02/03/2023 Now, on this first Monday evening, I want to whisper to you some thought or spark from this very different weekend. I now observe in the distance, beyond several buildings, a faint orange outline of the Sierra. And my mind returns to the tabernacle, coincidentally also glazed in those tones. Why? Perhaps the inevitable allure of permanence, beyond the existence of intense or indifferent gazes. With a clear distinction, that Beauty of infinite waiting looks at me with a tenderness that no creature could match!!! As the song says, "I am the apple of your eye" Ayyy... I still need to look at Him more and more every day until I believe it, and it seems He desperately demands an exclusive gaze... I don’t know if the same happens to you, but the fact that His Immense Love embraces all humanity seems to diminish its authenticity... Buffff there I see again the great turn in the completely opposite direction that I desire for my gaze. That idea Miguel conveyed to us is about what He likes, what concerns Him, not me. Today, Monday, I would like to "feel myself" more than "know myself," drunk on His tenderness... but my heart calls me for wisdom, depth, and to know myself anchored in His unparalleled heart. That’s what I feel, even if it sounds egocentric, and now I realize that I am hungry, I need and desire to soak up His tender gaze toward my soul. "Holy Spirit as an ungovernable being," Miguel also told us. There lies the allure of the uncontrollable as Someone who lives and flutters wherever He wishes. And what to do? Calm down, listen, let go, so as not to be an obstacle to His accurate impulses. And that marvel of our smallness? What serenity it gives me when I see myself weak and immature, to glimpse that when I see myself so fragile, somehow, I can make it easier for the Lord to show all His Greatness. I only wish that the Holy Spirit allows me to become aware and be infected by the Lord’s tenderness that permeates our entire existence. I ask the Virgin to make me once again a pampered little one, begging for His caresses. >>>