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: storm
When the sky is telling me something …
Today, I’m wishing for you… this: … the sun breaking through … building for you a staircase,a ladder,liftinginto light. Climb up. ❤
Rainsong
As I write these words, it’s night, and I’m upstairs in a little room tucked under the eaves, listening to the rain drum the roof just above my head. I love the way a summer rain sounds silver, even in the dark. Oh, Summer: sing me to sleep. ❤
After the Storm
The story you’re about to read is a metaphor. It’s also true. * The storm comes yesterday out of the West, where the sunset should be. Instead, there’s a fast-moving bank of black clouds. I feel it as a pressure behind my eyes first, and then the first clap of thunder cracks over the horizon. I […]
The Way of Escape
You find yourself in a windowless room — the walls crumbling plaster, gray. (I know this because I am there too). You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but you know it’s been a long time, because there’s a hunger in the back of your eyes: for color, light — carmine, sun-yellow, cobalt. Your body is stiff, hunched, the bones nearly bent. The ceiling is […]
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