...all manner of things…
Shall be well.
This is a space and opportunity for me to stand up and step out. To share in the joy I have of writing. To mark out, claim and offer, and to test and see what comes from this practice.
All manner of things
The mundane. The ordinary. The dishes and the commute to work. The lists of things to be done. And the bundle and banter of children, co workers, friends, pets and general clamour of the world - just a tap away on our phones.
Shall be well
The holy, mysterious, immanent presence of God. Attending. Infusing all things, whispering to us through the gentle and sublime existence of the world. The currawong and the cups of coffee. The melaleuca and the flaky mess of Weetbix scattering the dining table. Sneaky notes and wild proclamations of love, a declaration of Good, and a calling to taste and see.
All manner of things
Shall be well
In my poverty, to hold out my hands for life and goodness and love.
And in the abundance, to have the courage to speak and share. A broken, fumbling witness to something greater and bigger than I can imagine.
This is an exercise in trust and courage. Off stepping into the person I am, and stepping out to share and be. Me.