I always feel a major shift at this time of year: an invitation to notice, to wake up, to gather the good into a bouquet and give it away. Let's get back to small.

In the tension of racial injustice and pandemic, it’s important to curate places of peace.

The kind that stills.

The kind that heals.

Somehow the passing cars and the power lines get lost in the color and form, and they matter not. This is gift. God himself beckons.