Every Friday I'll be pausing to notice something from the week that has nourished my soul.
A special, sacred-everyday moment captured on camera, or perhaps a snippet from a book, a recipe still warm from the kitchen or something whimsical that simply made me smile.
Our first log fire of the year.
This poem from this book.
Some thoughts on Summer storms
Opaque clouds sieve golden leaves of light to damp earth.
Summer's last gift.
I watch the rain with my yarn basket close by.
Woolen threads weave through my fingers
And fall to cloth on my knees.
A cuddle just when needed.
Feel free to link up to your own soulful spaces either at the bottom of this post or in the comments.