when you’re bare but not barren

trees, pruning, life

I’m nestled under white down beneath slanted ceiling. I got the message on my phone. We’re under a wind advisory. I hear branches batter the roof and wonder if I should turn on the weather radio.

My husband sleeps sound, snores soft. I’m in charge of safety.

I slip on slippers and robe and tiptoe downstairs.

I’m writing the rest of the story over at BibleDude.net today. Come?

In the stillness,

Sandy

a white stone
in which I rediscover the nun's story in the soul of me

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