Manna Meditations, Day 21 💛
Tag: winter
doubt
Yesterday: Gray sky. Cold wind. I wander down by the river, wondering (why do I still wonder?) whether I will find the Manna. Whether it will be there for me, in this brief little window I have to go looking for it. Something leads me, then, to a low place down by the water’s edge […]
three figures in the wilderness…
Yahweh appeared to him by the oaks of Mamre, as he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day. He lifted up his eyes and looked, and saw that three men stood opposite him. When he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door… […]
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)
two ways to read it …
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. ❤
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. […]
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 […]
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.
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 