Manna Meditations, Day 40 Know this, friend: The darkness cannot last. 💛
Author: A // W // F
signs of things to come …
Manna Meditations, Day 38 Spring curls warm within the cold hard dark… It huddles, underground. It waits in the tips of branches. It unfurls slow inside my chest… It will not be stopped. 💛
storm passing over …
Manna Meditations, Day 37 Yesterday… The sky is bruised black in places … and still, the light shines through: Think, for a moment, about what this might mean. 💛
a snatch of sunlight on a stormy day …
Manna Meditations, Day 35 💛
finding the light on a rainwet night …
Manna Meditations, Day 34 At the streetlight, liquid gold drips through the lean-limbed pears: I’m grateful. 💛
finding Narcissus by a quiet stream…
Manna Meditations, Day 33 The Stream snatches a slice out of the sky and pins it down in a furrow of earth, so that all the trees lean over to look, seeing the sight of themselves for the very first time: They stand astounded, caught in this position for a hundred years, perhaps … Just […]
this is what respite looks like …
Manna Meditations, Day 32 💛
seeing into the future …
Manna Meditations, Day 31 Yesterday, in a moment of joy, I lifted my iPhone to a dogwood branch knotted with small dark buds – the hope of things to come. By accident, though, I snapped a photo of my own upturned face, lit with quiet wonder. I offer these two images today in humble recognition […]
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