The Snow sings a song you can only hear in silence. It speaks to those who stand perfectly still, a primal music drumming in their chests: Be still. Be still. Be still. Be still … I think we both know I’m not really talking about snow. ❤
Tag: quiet
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. […]
when there’s abstract art in the forest…
Manna Meditations, Day 8 Let us not think for a moment that we humans are the first artists, the only creators … There is Beauty everywhere. ❤
a little synesthesia …
Manna Meditations, Day 6 Yesterday. Slate-colored sky. Slow patter of rain. My eyes are hungry for beauty, and as I first step outside, I wonder — in all this gray drizzle — where on earth I’ll find it. But beauty isn’t made for eyes alone, even if (for me at least) my eyes are the […]
what grace looks like …
Manna Meditations, Day 5 Honest words? Yesterday, my heart was heavy. I was thinking about a few dear friends who are suffering, quietly and without much support, and the things I knew — the hurt I was carrying for them — hummed behind my eyes like a headache. It wasn’t a good day for walking […]
beauty, in the bitter cold…
Manna Meditations, Day 4 It’s possible, I’m learning, that the manna is everywhere … That the magic is passing through us and around us, a hundred times a day, and to see it is as simple as breathing… Today I’m breathing deep.
the light around the bend…
Manna Meditations, Day 3 No words … 💛
quiet …
Manna Meditations, Day 2 Blue Ridge Parkway. Black ribbon of road: I let the car swoop and dive through the curves, trying not to look at the vistas. The views: it’s why people come here, you know. There are overlooks every few miles where you can pull your car off the road and stand in […]
into the woods…
Manna Meditations, Day 1 I walk into the woods, looking for the Maker. It has been a long time. Today the path is tiger-striped with hard gold light, the long shadows of trees falling in bars over the ridge. The air is so cold you can feel it taking up space in your lungs, feel […]
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