Maybe a nap can be a small Sabbath—an act of trust that the world can turn without me, that strength is received rather than manufactured, that God still reigns— a twenty-minute liturgy of letting go.
The Quiet Work of Rest
Not by Sight
When the world dims, another kind of light begins to appear. This is a story of losing some sight and learning to see, not what is visible, but what endures.
A weekend away
The whole weekend was a sabbath for the soul, an intentional setting aside of work and the demands of daily life for recovery and rest.
The last day of summer
As a Floridian, I still marvel at the frenetic northern cycle of playing hard for a couple of months and then packing things away, bracing for months of cold.
I’m falling
Fall is not my favorite season, although I’d rather not jump straight to winter. I’ll miss the front porch and the long walks, the wild flowers and the songbirds.
the daysman 