Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .

 C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

We are taking photos in the rose garden and I’m captivated by a velvety pink petal resting on a nearby leaf. I shimmy my way in behind a bench, lean in and capture an image.

Friendship. Support. Vulnerability. That is what I see.

What do you see?


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. Your closeups are amazing! Thanks for this wonderful perspective!

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