Psalm 4:7 You have put gladness in my heart, more than in the season that their grain and wine increased. My stretch in front of the morning fire lengthens and I embrace you, embracing me. Children still reading, still quiet, in the stillness you whisper. Your...
I’m a tea lover. I wake up craving a warm drink to wrap my fingers around and many times throughout the day I’m standing over a cup of recently boiled-water adding honey to its leaves. Sweet interludes to my mundanity. But better than my morning chai, is a...
