Sacred Tradition must have its unchangeable dogmatic guardrails, to be sure. And it surely does.  But it must also have breadth and depth.

It breathes anew with the Church  in every age and is as powerful as the Sacred Scriptures, as dynamic as the multitudes of the Saints. 

It belongs to both past and present, ever reminding us that what was holy then is holy now, in liturgy, in  prayer, in love and in praxis.

And like the only Saint Francis, and the best of Thoreau, it dances with the winds, on hills of green and heather through time, teeming with that miracle called Life.

Show me an eccentric Saint with an eccentric view unbinding, whether of God, or the Devil, or choirs angelic, and that is tradition too.