Posts Tagged ‘Love that makes enough out of what our hands can do’

I’m smitten, fresh in love with the sweet,  tender brilliance who designed breeze and feathers and muscadine grapes and the way sunlight dances on water and calls to the questions in me, calls them churning and tumbling from my muck into the soothing,  sorting flow of a cold river running deep and true, whispering me awake…