A smell, a taste, a melody, or a forgotten texture can suddenly collapse the distance between past and present. Inspired by Marcel Proust and the idea of the “Madeleine de Proust,” this post reflects on how memory always lives within us, not to hold us back, but to remind us how deeply we have lived and been shaped by time.
Have you ever seen a place so wonderful that you rush right in, hoping its beauty will fill you from the inside out? I hope you find something this week … Continue reading Sammygram
The Ascension did not end with clarity, but with instructions to wait. In that space between what was and what comes next, we are invited to resist the urge to rush ahead and instead learn to recognize Christ’s presence in the stillness by living in each moment.
Rainbows draw us out of distraction and into wonder. What if we are not meant to chase them, but to live inside their light?
He is risen! Let every creature rejoice and every heart give thanks, for the Lord has conquered death and filled the world with new light! After carefully arranging the best … Continue reading Christ is Risen! Now what?
The Great Creator dances for the universe in the Aurora Borealis that sweeps across the sky, and He is in the single ray of sunshine that gently caresses your face. … Continue reading Sammygram
The Mistral has raged for the past few days, a freezing wind from the north that knows no mercy. This wind doesn’t whisper; it roars. You don’t bargain with it; … Continue reading Finding Light and Wisdom in the Maddening Mistral
Last weekend, we visited a small village in the Languedoc region of Southern France. On a little street was a water fountain. Sammy was thirsty, and with a few pumps, … Continue reading Led to Believe
Last weekend, I wandered down to the shore and gingerly stepped into the water, an act I instantly regretted. The cold hit my foot, and I yanked it out before … Continue reading Why Fish on Friday?
Amy L. Griffin 