The days go by like water flowing, a steady stream of cascading blues and greens that bubbles over rocks and sways around the roots of trees, rubbing the rough edges smooth and cutting shallow banks deep. These days, the minutes, hours…they slide by so quickly and the beauty of them is so fleeting, some times I want to weep for the feeling that this water is flowing between my fingers and I can’t hold on. When the water runs too swiftly, when the cascade seems like a torrent and the singing of the brook sounds like a cacophony of tumbling waves, I remind myself of the cure for rushing frustration, the one thing that slows and smooths and preserves the flow of time.
Gratitude, for every beautiful moment.
285. the way a newborn’s head smells
286. two new lives in our church family
287. the smell of honeysuckle