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. 💛
I have a certain memory:
I am just a girl — nine, maybe ten.
I am balancing on the long railing that runs around our family’s big raised deck. One foot in front of the other, arms outstretched for balance, I walk a slow circuit, over and over again: amazed at …
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 […]