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. 💛
Tag: light
after the ice storm …
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. 💛
four ways to watch the sunset in the city …
Manna Meditations, Day 21 💛
when the light in the woods falls like a hand on my shoulder …
… and I turn to look… … and suck in my breath… … and see this: Grateful. 💛 (Manna Meditations Day 16)
sometimes i find the manna at the threshold of the day …
… standing still and quiet on my doorstep: 💛
A gift to the current Me, from the girl I was last Fall …
Every once in awhile, this magical thing happens to me. I’ll be plowing through my day, hurried and tense, when suddenly I’ll stumble over a little loveliness, left behind by my past self. It’s like a gift, really: the rose petal pressed between two pages. The poem scribbled on a cocktail napkin, tucked in my coat […]
Flashback: what an insomniac doesn’t tell you…
Yesterday, I told you that I’d spend this week talking a little bit about my struggle with insomnia: Its darkness…  And its light. The post below is the first I ever wrote about my disordered sleeping patterns … And as far as I can tell, it’s the *only* post in which I ever talked about it […]
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