Manna Meditations, Day 3 No words … đź’›
Tag: nature
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 […]
floating … {a summer scribble}
I lie down on the lake … Hot languid light: Liquid green at my back, and a face full of sky — cielo. See that blue, though —a broken-open huskof  heaven. No place to be.Nothing to say.Two palmfuls of cloud… Let’s just lie hereand be still. ❤
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, […]
Today…
… If I had one wish for you, it would be … Rest: … Just a little space to draw a breath, To be. To dream. To know what’s next. Just that. ❤
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 […]
The Sunshine State, in Black & White
For a long time now, I’ve had a special place in my heart for Florida. I spent summers there as a kid, tearing around on a bike near the mangroves, coming alive in the steamy green heat. It’s a nostalgic place for me, and like most nostalgic places, it strikes me as beautiful. But. Florida’s […]
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