Manna Meditations, Day 28 The ice that encased us inside all day gives way, suddenly, to sun: It is this way always, isn’t it? The Light, knifing through the cold. The gray, giving way to glitter and spark: Here is what I know: Goodness comes slow, but it wins every time. 💛
Tag: Inspiration
the words i need you to hear today …
Manna Meditations, Day 27 I drive out to a solitary place, where the forest gives way to open fields. When I park the car at an overlook, the only sound is the wind tearing around the car, trying to find a way into my little shell of warm air. I have my big camera with […]
gratitude in the winter dark…
(Manna Meditations, Day 23) In these gray days, let us not forget to look for the ordinary wonder … To see beauty in bare lines and broken places, in cracks crazing the sidewalk like fine china: To see color in subtler shades — the blonde of afternoon sunlight. Â The burnished bronze of fallen leaves, shining […]
… perhaps you’ve passed the secret twice, while reading this sentence …
I’m beginning to understand that the Magic was there along… … That even in the darkest seasons, I walked right over it a dozen times a day: And still it waited, subtle as a whisper, as if it was made for me to find it: I happen to think it was made for you, too. […]
one for the weary …
(…because we’re all still children sometimes … frenzied… exhausted… in stubborn rebellion against that old human need for Rest…) Blown snow. White, not yet wet — sifted sugar. Airspun, storm-sung: it beds down gentle, tucks the lawn in tight, settling over the branches like a soft hand on a forearm: Hush… Rest now. Just be. […]
hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple …
I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately. Harried. Fractured. Busy. (Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.) But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. I disappeared into a hole in the […]
on flowers and fearlessness …
I don’t know about you, but I’ve always loved flowers best just before their petals fall … It’s as if, in the final days of their existence, they decide — at last — to open fearlessly wide, in the most elegant disarray. They hide nothing. Hold nothing back … And then they’re gone. Today, […]
The Star … & the Stardust on the Sidewalk
This is how it happens: Â we drive up Mill Mountain, the Xterra snaking a black ribbon of road through the green. Â At top, there’s the Star. We have two special friends from DC with us, visiting for the weekend, and we know that no trip to our little city is complete without at least […]
Two Roads …
I’ll tell you a secret: for a little while I’ve been standing at a crossroads. Stuck fast. Big, hard-edged life choices have always been difficult for me, with my watery, soft-smudged way of seeing the world, and this season is no exception. The roads are diverging for me, and whichever way I choose has the […]
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