Busy Little Friend

 “The bee is not afraid of me,  I know the butterfly;  The pretty people in the woods  Receive me cordially.  The brooks laugh louder when I come,  The breezes madder play.  Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?  Wherefore, O summer’s day?” —Emily Dickinson  I stood transfixed by quiet industry, so much movement carried by such Continue reading “Busy Little Friend”

Blessed Interruptions

“…what one calls interruptions  are precisely one’s real life —  the life God is sending … day by day.” — CS Lewis You go through the day encountering interruptions, spaces where life actually  happens, when routine is stopped and your list of “very important things” fades because someone pauses, holds back in hesitation, waiting, gaugingContinue reading “Blessed Interruptions”