Living Spiritual Rhythms - December 28

A soft glow drifts over the open sky and points to the horizons of far off worlds. In these distant and mysterious lands, light is tethered to the gentle breeze that flows through the deep. This appears to be like a tender whisper from beyond the savage pulse of the long night of conflict and rage. There are no perfect pictures of illumination, or anything else for that matter. Given pictures are partially opaque, yet relevantly clear, as the sufficiency of this world morphs into possible worlds that present new ways of being, seeing, and living.