well, back into the swing of kolkata...rainy sunday afternoon...
listening to NT Wright's dialogue on hope...
eating homemade granola...
waiting for my pizza dough to rise...
making an herb garden for my veranda...
trying to remember each moment to take this place slow, to advocate for self care, to pray for our ladies and our community, and celebrate the place i am right now...not too bad for a sunday if i do say so myself...
1 comments:
i love that you are planting an herb garden and making homemade granola and pizza dough.
There is a way to see inside
By looking directly through
to seed or marrow
Within the bone vessel
a world is made
Red and milkweed
it flows between us like
wind
Within the seed's case
a secret is held
Its fertile whisper
shapes a song
Joan Halifax, 'Marrow'
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