(hush now.)

Silence is praise to you Zion Dwelling God, And also obedience. You hear the prayer in it all. Psalm 65:1 (hush now.) be still. Don’t fret — this isn’t a naughty time out, a stern mom directive to seal your lips (hush now.) calm your spirit. No worries — this isn’t an eyebrow-raised rebuke, a disapproving teacher shushing a chatty you (hush now.) come in. Breathe deep — this is an invitation by a soul-loving God welcoming you To carry yourself quiet in small steps and long strides, with forkfuls of food and sips of tea To settle into silence…

Being you, Being me.

“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” – Maya Angelou As springtime is now in bloom, I spend a lot of time on my back deck. Morning greets me in all its splendor. Cool, humid air touches my skin; the smell of dewy grass awakens my nose and a variety of sweetly sung bird tweets thrill my ears. I sit, sipping coffee, lingering through a book, grateful for the moment. I’ve been considering nature a lot these days. The mystery, the variety and the great expanse of our Mother earth overwhelms…