This month I’m seeking quiet, slow rhythms, and community. I’ve been drawn to softness, intentional living, and expansive colorfield paintings.
He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes.
As the days grow shorter, Will and I have been trying to spend as much time outside as we can before winter settles in.
In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
This month I’m seeking quiet, slow rhythms, and community. I’ve been drawn to softness, intentional living, and expansive colorfield paintings.