Musings from a Contemplative Walk
Some days you just need to take your soul for a stroll.
Some days you just need to take your soul for a stroll.
Today it is my delight and pleasure to introduce you to a man whose work my husband and I have admired for several years. As serendipity would have it, we met him in person a couple of years ago and discovered he lives in our neighborhood. Not only is he an amazing artist, but he's an entertaining and engaging friend with a lovely and talented wife who we also adore. We are blessed to have David French in our lives and I believe you will be, too.
I’m going for the gleam. The shiny, brilliant, Princess-tub-filled-with-lavender-bubbles gleam. It’s our birthright to be shiny and no amount of scum can take that away.
As we move toward springtime in the Pacific Northwest and enter the liturgical season of Lent, I’ve been pondering how the themes of blossoming and transformation weave together with enough and scarcity.
The act of writing is one of those fluid places where having a goal seems essential, but often it is in the showing up and ‘not going anywhere in particular’ that the magic happens.