Manna Meditations, Day 31
Yesterday, in a moment of joy, I lifted my iPhone to a dogwood branch knotted with small dark buds – the hope of things to come.
By accident, though, I snapped a photo of my own upturned face, lit with quiet wonder.
I offer these two images today in humble recognition that they are both, in a way, photos of the same thing:
And also, beauty.
Because really: anyone who can see hope outside herself is someone who harbors it safe within, too…
And that, friends, is a deeply beautiful thing. ❤
Manna Meditations, Day 26
Manna Meditations, Day 24
Wishing you warmth and sun in the deepest cold, friends …
I’m beginning to understand that the Magic was there along…
… That even in the darkest seasons, I walked right over it a dozen times a day:
And still it waited, subtle as a whisper, as if it was made for me to find it:
I happen to think it was made for you, too. 💛
Manna Meditations, Day 9
See the rain, if you like …
Or see the raindrops spangling each twig and leaf … the whole world bedecked in jewels.