I was ready to clear out the dead herbs from these pots when my sister said, “I love the bare lines of dead plants.” So I’ve left them a little bit longer to enjoy the beauty of their stripped down form.
Every day the trees lose more leaves, I think about how beautiful their branches are especially when they’re etched in front of a blue sky.
There are moments when everything feels like it’s been stripped away and reduced to its rawest, purest form. Those are the times I love because when you reduce all the buzz, excitement, heartbreak, boredom you remember what it’s really all about.
It’s about relationship – with God, with myself, with my husband, with my kids, with family, with friends, with neighbors, with people who I will never meet.
And this is not always easy. But when you take away all the external stuff, it’s the only thing that counts.
How we love God, how we love ourselves, and how we love others.