the art of gathering
welcome, I’m Glad You’re Here
the table is set
a table set with story,
a field sown with wonder,
a place to trace the thread of grace through our ordinary days.
Here, I gather what stirs beneath the surface:
the ache of longing,
the beauty of becoming,
the mystery woven into morning light
May you find here
a gentle rhythm,
a sacred pause,
a reminder that you are not alone
on the way.
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