December 2019

Reverence may take all kinds of forms, depending on what it is that awakens awe in you by reminding you of your true size. Wherever you are, you live in the world, which is just waiting for you to notice the holiness in it. Is it being empty that creates a space and place to fill, again? It has nothing to do with you being gone but then again perhaps everything. Now, this is what I have I think; me. And she isn’t as she’s aspired or inspired to be. The only thing missing is our consent to be where we are. I boil one egg, wash a small blue plate, a gift from an old friend I’d lost, in yet another move, to find home. I’ve borrowed lines, in italics, from the book An Altar in the World, by Barbara Brown Taylor, as her words crack my heart and world wider open. I’m hoping the same for you. xo