There’s a lot of loud
distracting and drowning out.
But I’m convinced by wisdom
clothed in stillness.
The kind of truth found hiding in plain sight
in ordinary things
and extraordinary moments.
A word in season.
Eye contact.
The scrape of a paring knife on a potato.
A pile of peels.
A man standing at a kitchen sink
washing supper dishes.
Fresh bread.
Homemade soup.
Weekly rhythm.
Even now.
Especially now.
I love this!!
Thanks, Juliana!
Love this!
Fresh bread, homemade soup…! Seems ordinary but much more!