There must be always remaining in every person’s life some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful…The commonplace is shot through with glory; old burdens suddenly become lighter; deep and ancient wounds lose much of their old, old, hurting…Despite all of the hardness of life, despite…
Tag: wonder
Glimpses
There is a lingering gentle curl of vinegar in the air as I write this… It remains from a satisfying supper of brussels sprouts, mushrooms, and shallots sautéed together in a cast iron pan. With a film of olive oil over the bottom of a hot pan, I put the ingredients in and did nothing…
