I listen for that holy stir whispering Go! and YES. I put on shoes, for today's hallowed ground is a cable bridge and well-worn path. It's cattails, grasshoppers, and small hands in mine. Wood ducks and "Look mama! I'm a hawk!"Micha Boyett, of Mama Monk, is hosting a series called {The Sacred Everyday}, and I'm grateful to share words there today. I had the pleasure of spending the weekend with Micha at this spring's Festival of Faith and Writing, and she is every bit the breath of fresh air in person as you might expect from the grace-filled words she pens.
I cannot wait to read the book she is busy writing (so someone sign her, quick!). Click over to read my post and stay a while for Micha's gorgeous perspective on practicing ancient faith within the ordinary rhythms of postmodern life and motherhood.
(Shared with Emily, too, for Imperfect Prose. Join us.)
