Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.
It is interesting that up until recently, I had not been affected by how much light was outside during my working hours. This does not hold true anymore. I now crave light, the way I craved some foods while I was pregnant. My soul needs it, so does my body.
So I find myself posting this photo taken nine years ago mid-November and staring at it for minutes at a time, loving how the light plays in the raindrops and the spider web. Simple pleasures and hope stirred together feed my soul on a daily basis.
I have been meaning to ask you dear friends, are the darker days getting to you too? Any soul feeding recipe you care to share?