Dancing with Willows

I talked with the ducks and watched the turtles.


I sat beneath the willow tree, swaying branching danced upon my skin.


The setting sun painted me orange and pink. Sprinklers washed refreshing upon my body. Smiles from strangers felt like hugs from friends.


This is my everyday sacred. This is the Holy God showing up with me in the cool of the evening.

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