On the way home from retreat…part of me is clinging so tightly to what I fear may be left behind my fingernails are bloody.
gratitude
December 5
She puts a dollop of ice cream in her coffee, sits and prays with the birds, and the day breaks open, with her heart, with her consent, again.
December 3
The words “I Love You” wash over me and through me and in me…and I cannot distinguish which one of us is speaking, God or me…
November 9
The best part of walking in the woods is being there.
November 6
If something occurs so often that we fail to even notice, can it not still be miraculous?