βContemplation is life itself, fully awake, fully active, fully aware that it is alive. It is a spiritual wonder. It is spontaneous awe at the sacredness of life, of being. It is gratitude for life.β
I canβt tell you how much my Daily Pocket Moleskine had meant to me this year! Just a teeny place to record my to dos for the day, do a little creativity, and store lots of memories! Iβm really stretching the binding, but Iβm soooo happy with its bursting self! I donβt love Monday start calendars, so thatβs the only downside. Iβm planning on getting the red one for 2025!
This cartoon has been keeping me sane lately! π₯°β₯οΈπππΏ We are just passing through, friends, and itβs a painful and glorious journey, but precious Jesus is with us every step of the way. ~
Watchingβ¦ I love the peaceful atmosphere of Cathβs vlogs. If you love cozy stationary, journaling, or slow reading reflections, her channel is for you. We donβt perfectly line up in reading tastes, but I enjoy her videos so much.
Noticingβ¦the grasshoppers fleeing the edge of the road as I crunch past on my walk. The golden edge to the weeds and fields.
What are you listening to, reading, watching, or noticing? π₯°β₯οΈ
The times are so unfriendly. Play me something, would you, Rainy?
Leif Enger, I Cheerfully Refuse
{starting my 180 Days Project! More about it as the days come and go! How are you all? Blessings over your week. Donβt forget to βplay a little musicβ against these unfriendly times! πβ₯οΈ}
Beauty reassures us that goodness is still real in the world, more real than harm or scarcity or evil. Beauty reassures us of abundance, especially that God is absolutely abundant in goodness and in life. Beauty reassures is there is plenty of life to be had. I believe beauty reassures us that the end of this Story is wonderful. The French impressionist Matisse βrepeatedly said that he wanted to make paintings so serenely beautiful that when one came upon them, suddenly all problems would subside.β
Beauty is such a gentle grace. Like God, it rarely shouts, rarely intrudes. Rather it woos , soothes, invites; it romances and caresses. We often sigh in the presence of beauty as it begins to minister to us-a good, deep soul-sigh.