I was never a great fan of red. Until I studied Rahab’s scarlet cord and learned about the towla worm. And now my heart skips whenever I see it. In a bowl of berries. In a cardinal’s tuft. In a downy drop. In a flicker’s blaze. In […]
daring to open doors
I was never a great fan of red. Until I studied Rahab’s scarlet cord and learned about the towla worm. And now my heart skips whenever I see it. In a bowl of berries. In a cardinal’s tuft. In a downy drop. In a flicker’s blaze. In […]