I am late this morning to the stoop but I am gifted with the most stunning slices of light. The thing that’s magical about light is that it has no color of its own yet gives color to everything it falls upon and folds around. It calls forth the true color of everything it touches.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be like that? The kind of person that is so gentle and kind that people are free to be themselves?
The leaves on the periwinkle plants are holding the last of last night’s rain. I learned last weekend that periwinkles are medicinal and have been used in the treatment of leukemia. “Wow,” I gasped. “So common.”
What a way to be: so common; can save a life.
THIS FIERCE COURAGE 