Category: blessings

slivers of crimson across a fading sky
beauty nesting in the shadows

sweet curls of incense rising at the Epiphany offering.

The first person I saw this year had nothing whatsoever to do with ‘work’.

She came (with her family) even though she knew I’d have told her not to because I wasn’t feeling well.   She came, knowing that I wouldn’t  have much energy for conversation, and found ways to make it work anyway.

Sometimes friends know what’s good for us, even when our own instincts say otherwise.

Blessed be she.