Barefoot

I like to walk barefoot through the parsonage. Carpet, wood, laminate, tile—each surface speaking in its own quiet way. When my feet touch the floor, nothing stands between us. Skin meets surface. The body knows something the mind often forgets. In that small act I feel the connection to the ground beneath me. Not just … Continue reading Barefoot

Sunday Musings

There is something beautiful and pristine about the pre-dawn morning. I sit in the silence of this space, hearing sounds that are drown during louder parts of the day. My heartbeat is louder, more easily identified. The day is beginning and I feel unrushed which is a feeling unlike much of the rest of the … Continue reading Sunday Musings