Listening.
When I don’t even know my full place in the problem I hold a space for quiet, humbled listening. I tune my ears to the persecuted poor in spirit and hear the cr...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Learning "glad and natural living in the recognized presence of God." Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.
The Birchwood Blessing
I bless you with the breathing of the treesand the silence of your soul I bless you with the renewal of many watersand the rolling grace of tides I bless you wi...
It’s Friday. Period.
This is for the people who need to embrace the tears of Good Friday. “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming,” they say. And I can understand the sentiment. It’s hard...
The Secret of the Buried Seed
The secret of the buried seedis to accept the darkness as a gift,to trust the finger that presses us downinto what we fear will be a grave. We have always feare...