The sky was overcast this morning as I drove to work. A thick layer of gray clouds hovered overhead, making it seem more like eight at night instead of almost eight in the morning.
A shaft of light suddenly shone from behind, illuminating the backs of my hands on the wheel and the tail lights of the cars in front of me. It was like someone pointed a bright light down a dark hallway. I tried to find where the cloud break was, but I couldn’t see it in my mirrors.
Each month Kimberly of Petroville and Lindsay of Suburban Turmoil host the Perfect Post Awards, and I came across a post last month that I wanted to recognize.
DeeZee’s I Saw Magic beautifully captures a moment in time, transcending the ordinary and truly making it magical. I encourage you to read it.
Seen on a bumper sticker today.
I just read on Novel's blog that Madeleine L'Engle has died. Her books have meant so much to me. She has meant so much to me. She will be greatly missed.
A great painting, or symphony, or play, doesn't diminish us, but enlarges us, and we, too, want to make our own cry of affirmation to the power of creation behind the universe. This surge of creativity has nothing to do with competition, or degree of talent…This response on the part of any artist is the need to make incarnate the new awareness we have been granted through the genius of someone else.
~Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet
It rained over the weekend. At the same moment a semi-truck passed and sprayed my windshield with silver drops, a plane took off to my left and lifted into the air. A few minutes later I saw a man downtown with long, silver hair, his clothes dirty and torn. He reached into a garbage can, took out a bottle and drank from it.