Friendship is a beautiful thing.
It sings softly in the corners of the day.
It smiles quietly when you come through the door
And misses you when you are gone.
It is almost imperceptible at times, but then
It anchors your soul when storms come,
And rejoices in your joys, sending them soaring.
A simple hug from a friend can heal your soul.
I am so grateful for the gift, for the gifts, of friends.
[photo by Justo Ruiz per cc 2.0]
its nice to have those warm and fuzzy feelings
that let me snuggle down into myself
its like a good nap
fun for me, but pretty useless for others
unless I use the energy I gain for them
unless I act out that warmth in human connection
unless love makes a connection
I’m not sure its really love, after all
[photo by Hossein Ghodsi per cc 2.0]
I write because I think, perhaps,
That my heart is a fractal –
A small reflection of a larger pattern.
And I think, perhaps,
That larger pattern dances
When I do.
[image by Nick Spratt per cc 2.0]
(yep. I think I do.)
[image cropped from photo by Alli per cc 2.0]
Let us make humans in our image; according to our likeness – Genesis 1:26
Richard Rohr offers a nugget of understanding:
The image is Christ in me;
The likeness is how I live it out.
I like that – that I can somehow be like.
Then, I might actually like myself.
[photo Thomas Rousing by per cc 2.0]
My prayer for 2018
Is that it will be better than 2017.
Sounds like a pretty low bar.
My resolution for 2018
(and I do better with low bars)
Is that I will be part of the difference.
[photo is my own]