Saturday, February 3, 2018

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

William Wordsworth

A word spoken, one written, and with wisdom inspiration comes.

Gifts: unintended and thus all the more precious.


Awake too early or perhaps just early enough.

I finish a book and by then it’s too late to try to sleep.

Day begins in the dark.


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.

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