In the quiet hours they come to give us hope. To give us resilience to respond to the regenerative imagination that created the earth to heal and to flourish. To inspire us to allow life to transform with a new story that comes through the positive flow of Love. A story that is truer than anything we can drum up. A story that is full of life and positive energy, like little children dancing in the morning woods. Even science is teaching us that light heals.
There is a place beyond the thickets; a place of freedom to be and to think and to flow with what matters most. To slow down, to feel the life breath of time in our lungs and the glimmer of light that shimmers just beyond the surface of everything. For me, this is listening to God. Sometimes we cannot see where we are going but to follow this grace, this gift, this promise that there is more. There is friendship of heart in the tender hours and the invitation to hope with a promise.