Author: mile27

There is something comforting about remembering that we are never completely alone in this world. Even in moments of sadness, life continues around us and includes us. That’s what I took away from my time here.

Last Thursday I was sitting outside after everyone had gone to bed. It had been one of those weeks where nothing seemed to be working out, and I was feeling pretty disconnected from everyone. I remembered something I’d read here about all of life…

I haven’t felt like myself lately. Reading these reflections helped me remember that the difficult season I’m in isn’t the whole story of my life. Thank you for making this space.

My little girl asked why bees visit flowers. I started explaining pollination, and halfway through I realized what a perfect example it is of living things depending on each other. She just said, “So they’re helping each other?” Yep. Exactly that. 🐝

A quiet mind can hear a lot.

As a nurse, I’ve witnessed moments that are difficult to explain in ordinary words. There is something remarkable about the way people connect through compassion, even when they’re strangers. This message reminded me of some of those experiences.

My wife and I used to drive down to the lake every Sunday. We’d pack sandwiches, find a quiet place, and spend most of the afternoon talking or watching the water. After she died, I avoided going there. It felt like a place that belonged to both of us, and I didn’t know how to be there alone. A few weeks ago, I finally went back. I sat in our usual spot and watched a family teaching their little boy how to skip stones. He wasn’t very good at it. Neither was his dad, honestly. They were laughing, and before I knew it, I was smiling too. I sat there…

My plants have honestly taught me patience better than most people have. They don’t grow faster because I’m impatient. They need care, light, and time. Funny how much that applies to us, too.

I read through the site on a Sunday morning when the house was finally quiet. Usually I’d use that time to catch up on chores. Instead, I sat with my tea and thought about what actually brings meaning to my life. It was time well spent.

I used to take long walks with my best friend. We would talk about work, relationships, faith, and everything else under the sun. She moved across the country three years ago. We still talk, but it’s different now. Last Sunday, she sent me a picture of the sunrise from her porch. I sent one back from mine. Same morning, two different places. It made me smile thinking about how distance changes where we are, but it doesn’t necessarily change what we share.