Beauty from ashes . . . While driving through some of the hills that were severely burned in the California fires last year, I was struck by tiny pops of green amid so much char, barrenness, soot, and desolation. Fires are destructive. They are wild. They do not...
In times of uncertainty, there is so much I am certain of. One of those things is that there is hope and beauty to be found if I have eyes to see it. I shared this over the weekend but feel it needs a permanent space right here. I’m so grateful for the nudge to share...
