Thursday, September 15, 2016

“When I say I love the silence, I’m not being entirely truthful. What I actually love are the abundant, delicate sounds that amplify when I’m silent. These curious creaks, mutters, and hums compel my imagination.”

~ Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

Ah, the silence of the morning when peace and possibility whisper in your ear.

It’s six-thirty in the morning, Gerry’s off at men’s meeting, I’m enjoying a cup of coffee in bed, and Maya and I are listening to the silence. Not a bad way to ease into the day.

It looks like we’re in for another stellar day; September can be so beautiful. Except when it’s not. I’m thinking about last year at this time when we were in Saskatchewan and it was cool, cloudy, and rainy for most of our visit–still beautiful in my eyes and food for my soul.

Today, a few projects to wrap up in my office and then leaning in to peace and possibility.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. The still of the morning. My favorite time of the day too.

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