When the life we trust abandons us, where shall we go?
Tag Archives: #Restorative-Grace
When the perfume of words become so familiar, why does its freshness wane?
The weave of God in our being.
Wisdom’s love for stranger and neigbour
A frost sweetens the parsnip/ transformed to survive the cold…
Let It Be: A caterpillar has no thought /to leap off some leaf. Yet….
Sometimes: Sometimes she was a fluttering moth