Sunday Evening Reflection – Waiting

“Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth.” Hugh Macmillan,…

Sunday Evening Reflection

“I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.”  Rainer Maria Rilke Victoria Breakwater   Sunday evenings are complex because we are at an “end” and about to head…