When the wind is just right
Some days when the wind is
just right and I dig my hands
in the soil and
bring them to my face and
breathe in deeply,
I can smell myself
in a hundred years.
SH 12/8/2019
Thoughts on a Contemplative Reformation
At the Intersection of Contemplative Practice and Congregational Ministry
When the wind is just right
Some days when the wind is
just right and I dig my hands
in the soil and
bring them to my face and
breathe in deeply,
I can smell myself
in a hundred years.
SH 12/8/2019
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