Altars of Grace

This lone tree elicits a moment I have often in nature. Spirit speaks to body and my legs stop, eyes focus, heart quickens, stomach aches. This beautiful, old and dying tree comforts and encourages. Each limb and root and fallen leaf speaks without words. Parables as old and profound as the first thoughts.

Growth can occur in the most inhospitable places.
To everything there is a season.
Beauty permeates every phase of life.
Death holds lessons about living.
Altars of grace exist everywhere.



Photo Credit: Cyd Peroni

Cyd Peroni