Sometimes inspiration comes from a stone on a beach, fog breathing up the hill from a cold ocean or wind tangled in cedar branches.
Sometimes inspiration comes from a determined 16 month old hand in mine or the words of an observant almost four year old super girl.
Summer gives us a warm space for family and friends. They visit, we visit and we are strengthened by the energy of contact and communion.
Not all my family or friends live nearby. The distance between us stretches out for miles and sometimes months but still I try to stay connected by phone and email. I also forget that this is a space for them as much as for me.
Welcome family and friends – old and new.