How grateful I am that my world is not seen in monochrome, that food is more than oatmeal or algae, that the air is alive with birdsong and insects, and the scent of honeysuckle fills this night. Thoroughly humbled, I am reminded that I am not worthy of such beauty laid out, a feast for the senses with no other purpose than to be appreciated.
Have a beautiful week ahead, my friends. Don’t forget to smell the honeysuckle.
” When I see your heavens, the works of your fingers,…What is mortal man that you keep him in mind, And a son of man that you take care of him?”
Psalm 8:3, 4
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