November 2, 2014
Reading Slowing Time Seeing the Sacred Outside Your Kitchen Door, sinking into the poetry of her thoughts and prayers. Tonight as I huddle under the comforter, it is quiet. The roaring, rushing winds of yesterday that lingered through the early hours of the day are whispering now.
As I linger in Barbara Mahany’s images, a little urge for something warm slips in. As I make my way to the kitchen, light is filtering through the glass block window. Light that only comes from the filling in of the moon. Finding a small quilt to wrap around me, I step blindly out into crunchy leaves so that my view of moon and stars will be clear.
Stunning seconds of beauty in the freezing cold. Right outside my kitchen door.
Elaine, I just wrote a poem yesterday morning (see Viewing Life from Inside Out blog) on this very thought–of lingering so I can savor all that I’m meant to. I will be getting Mahany’s book! Your posts have inspired me greatly. I’m getting a new camera at the month and have already set up a new blog called Another Perfect Day 365. It will be an adjunct to my existing blog (Another Perfect Day) where I hope to post a photo a day with a few words to help myself (and anyone who stops by) to linger a little longer in order to take in all that God has provided for us.
Cathy, this is such a great idea for you, I’m looking forward to your new blog.
Sometimes I have left my camera at home or there just is no place or time to stop. My hubby calmed me with the idea that sometimes, I just have to let my soul take it in and hold the impression close. So I try to ‘breathe’ the experience in. I don’t know how to explain that any better than to just let the wonder take over.