There’s plenty of quiet really, if you know where to look…

For weeks, we had no salt…

There’s a square of light that falls on the floor on sunny winter afternoons…

After you tried to make me laugh, and I stifled my smile; after you asked me about my day, and I left your question cold on the table; after you pressed your palms onto my hips, and I shrugged away…

Held in divine radiance, even the dust mites glitter…

Here we are again. Another Tuesday morning with the kitchen sink stacked and the to-do list spinning. Sometimes the hardest part about life is its dailyness…