Rest When You Feel Weary and Small
I’ve been there again this week, in that place where I feel weary and small and slow, not enough for what I think life is asking of me. Not able…
I’ve been there again this week, in that place where I feel weary and small and slow, not enough for what I think life is asking of me. Not able…
I love the freshness of a new year, the gift of a restart. It feels to me like grace, a reminder that no matter what is going on in me…
Snatching an hour of sunshine, I sit on a bench beneath maple trees, feeling the breeze gentle on my face, the light’s warm fingers caressing my shoulders. The sun-warmed tang…