"My practice of veiling came to fruition in a sort of backwards way. I had been growing deeper in my faith and was at a kind of spiritual “writer’s block” of what to do next, how to keep growing.
I’d heard of veiling, and thought I’d give it a try even though I didn’t have a clue what it represented. The first Holy Mass I attended with a veil was an experience I’ll never forget. I was at the same church I’d been going to for months, celebrated by the same familiar priest, and yet it was all made new seen through the sanctuary of a veil. I tend to be a fidgety person, distracted frequently, a daydreamer. But not that day. I was wholly focused on Jesus, not even a fleeting thought passing my mind the whole hour.
Blinders to the rest of the world, shrouds for the living tabernacles of life, veils both humble and honor women in the most spiritually intimate way. A friend of mine once said, ‘It’s like having your own private chapel.’ And it truly is."
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