Place

  I stare at the honey-colored wood floors beneath my feet. My eyes travel up to the walls, the painted walls of a pleasing forest green. I didn’t paint these walls. I walk outdoors, bundled up in layers of clothing, making sure to wear gloves and a hat. The gray...

How We Are Like Seeds

I read these words while sitting in the space between spring and summer, on the cusp of wild verdant growth: “Glorifying and enjoying Me is a higher priority than maintaining a tidy, structured life. Give up your striving to keep everything under control —...

How Rainy Days are Gifts

I love thunderstorms and rainy nights in the summer. Rain in the summer is lovely, dramatic, soft, cozy. It isn’t threatening (usually). Rain in the summer seems to belong. I imagine water droplets plopping in a lake, and rain soaking deep down in dry and gritty...