A Selection from Seasons of Contemplation: A Book of Midnight Meditations I find I suffer from sensory overload. The speed of the daylight world deafens and overwhelms. Night is more to my pace—the solemn simplicity and the space for rumination. Life still...
A Selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging The knife goes in up to the hilt twisted by a hand once taken in trust, and life must change. Do not fear what comes next. Let the attacker flee, betrayal heavy on his...
A Selection from Seasons of Contemplation: A Book of Midnight Meditations | by L.M. Browning The divine is in the present and you must be present to experience it. When you vacate the present and recede into your mind, allowing worries or work to remove you from the...
