The Geometry of Returning
There is a specific gravity to the end of the day, a pull that draws every living thing back toward its own center. We spend our hours scattering ourselves like seeds in the wind, chasing the light or the work or the noise of the world, but…
Waiting for the Break
I spent an hour this morning staring at a stubborn stain on my kitchen rug, waiting for the sunlight to hit it just right so I could scrub it away. I kept checking the window, annoyed that the clouds wouldn't move. I wanted the day to start…
Whispers of Gratitude
God, the uninterrupted flow of your graciousness has distracted me from thanking you!
The flood of Thy bounty has rendered me, incapable of counting your praises!
Your boons are abundant, my tongue is too weak to count them!
Thy favors are many…