Each Day

…that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. —Psalm 30:12 Letting loose gratitude, believing goodness exists,  recognizing we have gifts, good gifts that are worth celebrating, having faith in a hope that never fails… It is love, the messy, full  measure of love, the fruit and lasting truth of love  that encouragesContinue reading “Each Day”

The Wide-World

The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come, and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air. —Song of Solomon 2:12 The wide world opens in this lilac-eyed daisy with its glacier white petals and streaks of ice-blue, a treasury of beauty on one single, unassuming bloom, and it awakens this  fieldContinue reading “The Wide-World”

Present

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing. – Camille Pissarro Tiny bouquets at my feet, just when I need them, these leaf-wrapped offerings from nature await, but to enjoy this miniature gift of beauty, I must  be willing to do something extraordinary — stop, bend down, holdContinue reading “Present”

A Psalm of Joy

Dawn blossoms, waking the horizon as I sit breathless in the beauty of living another God-gifted day, and I whisper thank you in the cool quietude of morning, joy rushing from my lips in praise. —C.L. Fisher, June 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may notContinue reading “A Psalm of Joy”

Pauses

“Man has created some lovely dwellings — some soul-stirring literature. He has done much to alleviate physical pain. But he has not…created a substitute for a sunset, a grove of pines, the music of the winds, the dank smell of the deep forest, or the shy beauty of a wildflower.”           Continue reading “Pauses”

Wild Beauty

These tiny dots of yellow, a tapestry at my feet, a woven mix of grass  blades, green leaves, and sunny blooms, and occasionally, these knots of purple— my backyard quilt— and some would stand next to me and miss it, wonder about my sanity — no matter; you may cry out “Weeds” all the day,Continue reading “Wild Beauty”