Sightlines and soulfood for hope

It was the colour that caught my eye through the window.

Rushing out into the chilly December afternoon, my jaw dropped.

Wonder of wonders, what a sight.

Drinking in the extraordinary beauty of the sky, I needed to pause for it to reach my inner being.

And then return to working with the text from Thomas Merton that I shared yesterday.

Feasting on words that stirred me to press in deeper to the core of my work. Letting it become what it needs to be and letting go of the rest.

Just now I have no more words, just a sense of sightlines and soulfood for hope.

Thanks for being here


This week

Has been a joy and a struggle, and I am pretty tired at the end of it but satisfied. And glad to be still on the journey.