The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination, a time of pain and withdrawal that produces something joyfully inconceivable, like a monarch butterfly masterfully extracting itself from the confines of its cocoon, bursting forth into unexpected glory.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.
This week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Texture
something composed of closely interwoven elements
the structure formed by the threads of a fabric
essential part : substance
identifying quality : character
the disposition or manner of union of the particles of a body or substance
the visual or tactile surface characteristics and appearance of something
a composite of the elements of prose or poetry
a pattern of musical sound created by tones or lines played or sung together
basic scheme or structure
Plagiarized from Merriam and Webster.
Photo of my scratched, dented, twisted (but not dull) wedding band, as it rests atop the dusty marble windowsill, above the kitchen sink. Where I can often be found washing dishes, playing in warm soapy bubbles, and getting deeply lost in my head. All while staring out the window and counting my blessings. Now that takes talent.
The texture of our relationships.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.