Max Price
maxaprice.bsky.social
Max Price
@maxaprice.bsky.social
Old gay human male living in Toronto, Canada. Married to CSJ (He doesn’t have an active Bluesky account) This is my social account.
The most important thanksgiving is not for our passion, death and resurrection, but for this glorious moment.
April 26, 2025 at 3:29 AM
November 19, 2024 at 6:11 PM
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What I hadn’t expected about old age was true gentle delight of dissolving into more or less nothing while enjoying everything more and more.
August 16, 2024 at 8:08 PM
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Hit, out of the blue, by a whacking prodromal migraine aura. Usually I get a few zig zags, but this is one is an entirely new visual excitement: a revolving toothy zip fastener eating up chunks of my visual field like a portal to a new dimension.
November 15, 2024 at 11:25 PM
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Hello. I’m Max, 83 years a human, 50 years a priest, 40 years a Benedictine monk, 12 years married and living in Toronto, Canada
November 16, 2024 at 5:57 PM
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Today is the fortieth anniversary of my mother Grace’s amazing, happy death. She was eager to meet the Lord, not to escape suffering or a life grown stale: quite the opposite. Her last word, spoken with almost her last breath, was ‘Amen’, said loudly and firmly, in response to the ‘Glory be…’
November 17, 2024 at 9:16 PM
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Family includes everyone! ❤️
November 17, 2024 at 9:40 PM
Today is the fortieth anniversary of my mother Grace’s amazing, happy death. She was eager to meet the Lord, not to escape suffering or a life grown stale: quite the opposite. Her last word, spoken with almost her last breath, was ‘Amen’, said loudly and firmly, in response to the ‘Glory be…’
November 17, 2024 at 9:16 PM
Hello. I’m Max, 83 years a human, 50 years a priest, 40 years a Benedictine monk, 12 years married and living in Toronto, Canada
November 16, 2024 at 5:57 PM
Hit, out of the blue, by a whacking prodromal migraine aura. Usually I get a few zig zags, but this is one is an entirely new visual excitement: a revolving toothy zip fastener eating up chunks of my visual field like a portal to a new dimension.
November 15, 2024 at 11:25 PM
What I hadn’t expected about old age was true gentle delight of dissolving into more or less nothing while enjoying everything more and more.
August 16, 2024 at 8:08 PM