the rhythms of relaxation

(I’m getting back to glimpsing grace, my friends…it’s been too long!)

A cozy fire and hot coffee on a chilly morning.

Delightful conversation over fragrant, delicious pasta.

The cadence of gentle rain on a tin roof, calling me to greater restfulness with each plink and plunk.

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