Light Will Break

We are all broken — that’s how the light gets in. — Unknown If you wait, light will break in the most splendid ways, and to be still in that bright focus of a truth that has never stopped changes everything. —C.L. Fisher, November 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the workContinue reading “Light Will Break”

If I’m Still…

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed. – Washington Irving I can see beloved faces, trace each precious line, follow each curve,… I can hear laughter, feel aContinue reading “If I’m Still…”

A Simple Act

“Of all man’s works of art, a cathedral is greatest…. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.” – Henry Ward Beecher The roots have waited, held, retained, until we excavated a new  space, mounds of soil removed, allowing ample   pathways  for the tender shoots to find water and nutrients,  and we fewContinue reading “A Simple Act”

Jewel Bloom

I need no diamonds…. Adorn me in this jewel-toned bloom, with its dark hints of amethyst and shades of violet, with its welcoming, luxurious and seemingly endless depth,  just set me amid these blossoms in a tiny garden, and I am well-clothed. —C.L. Fisher, November 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are theContinue reading “Jewel Bloom”

A Glorious Splendor

The little bee  and delicate butterfly entice me to wait and listen, attend the earth for a moment, release my breath, disconnect, reset my focus, remember my Creator, settle to a stillness — we are so much more than the busyness that moves us, the daily rhythms of work and home — we are spiritsContinue reading “A Glorious Splendor”

The Longing Hours

“Other sound than the owl’s voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.” — Charles Dickens. Some nights I keep  companyContinue reading “The Longing Hours”

What Lingers II

Besides the Autumn poets sing, a few prosaic days, a little this side of the snow, and that side of the Haze.” ― Emily Dickinson Memories are in every changing season — the first snow of winter, the sweet breezes  of warm spring days, the bright-heat of summer, and fall’s first lingering haze. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “What Lingers II”