Photo by Jerry Wang on Unsplash Madeline L’Engle, in her book of reflections, Glimpses of Grace, wrote about the ability of children — especially toddlers — to reach a place of being totally outside themselves when they play. I remember going for walks with my great-grandson Riley when he was two. He would…
Image by Hai Nguyen from Pixabay Today the sky is blue. I think the word is cerulean. I looked it up, but it didn’t help. The sky is blue, so blue, truly blue. After driving home last night in heavy rain and wind, this beautiful blue stretches my ability to describe. The lake reflects that same blue. The…
“The Innocence of Wonder” This morning, the miracle of nature unfolded before my sleepy eyes. Clean, sparkling snow draped cedar branches, coated bare limbs of our maple tree, greeted me as I settled in my favourite chair. A lonely little rose breasted beauty, feathers ruffled by the wind, feasted at the feeder, tiny beak beating…