Friday, February 10, 2017

“Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.”

~ Richard Paul Evans, Lost December

Yesterday I wrote about the harshness of life; today I consider gentler things.

It is my inclination to turn inward when faced with angst and that is where I find myself lately. Solitude and silence have always been my defence and, in later years, my strongest offence too.

Yesterday, as the snow fell . . . and fell . . . I puttered around in my Woman Cave photographing some flowers I picked up the day before and listening to the soothing voice of Mary Chapin Carpenter. It was time well spent.

Last night I started reading The Space Between: A Memoir of Mother-Daughter Love at the End of Life. It’s a good read and is giving me lots to think about which is, after all, what any good book is supposed to do.

This morning I read an article by Dan Blank about social media anxiety that resonated with me.

Today, we’ll dig out and help a friend with something praiseworthy.

Life is difficult. It’s also pretty sweet sometimes. I continue to put my effort into intentionally focusing on pockets of sunshine morning by morning.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
  1. That pink flower is sweet and gentle. I needed a little softness today. Thank you for the the photo.

  2. We could all use a little more softness these days I think.

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