There was a time I saw the world in black and white. As time has passed I find myself noticing the liminal spaces. The beauty in the literal inbetween spaces and openness to the figuritive spaces of not knowing or seeing both sides as having value.

With the sun on my shoulder, I feel the comfort of God. In the breeze that makes the leaves dance, I imagine the wisper of God. In the water that trickles and carves into the rocks, I sense the gentleness and power of God. God is not these things, but surly God is in them.