A Lovely Morning

I wake with a reminder dancing in my mind. Think about the true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, and admirable things. The better things. The best things. And I think the Divine has whispered to me in the liminal space between sleep and waking.

Low cloud hovers in the valley. There is no sunrise, just a gradual fading of the dark. I think of the garden drinking, the forests being saturated, and settle in to the quiet comfort of a rainy day.

I am baptized when I step out onto the deck to take a photo of the gray. The patter of steady rain hitting the ground offers praise. This is church, sure as anything, in this still moment when I stand in the rain.

We will listen to spoken words this morning, broadcast like magic from a Facebook feed to our big screen TV. Church of another flavour happening right there in our den.

We will, I suspect, escape into books this afternoon. Maybe put a few more pieces in the jigsaw puzzle and play a game of chess. Do the thing I once dreamed of having time for: inhabit home.

In a few minutes I will set this device aside, pick up my holy book and read scripture. I will pray. As the morning grows lighter and the rain still falls and peace flows like a river.


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Simple happy.

Lilac cuttings on the dining table.
New white sheer curtains.
An early dinner. A dish from my childhood. Comfort food.
A good book with a plot I can’t (don’t want to) tear myself away from.
A succulent garden on the kitchen windowsill.


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. Yesterday we skipped online church and found comfort and beauty at the beach!

    1. I venture a guess you encountered God at the beach too, Marian!

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