Sightlines and soulfood for hope

It was the colour that caught my eye through the window.

Rushing out into the chilly December afternoon, my jaw dropped.

Wonder of wonders, what a sight.

Drinking in the extraordinary beauty of the sky, I needed to pause for it to reach my inner being.

And then return to working with the text from Thomas Merton that I shared in What is our hope?

Feasting on words that stirred me to press in deeper to the core of my work. Letting it become what it needs to be and letting go of the rest.

Just now I have no more words, just a sense of sightlines and soulfood for hope.