no.2 // I am.

I am the mysteries of the night and the truths of the morning.

I am the cup of cocoa gone cold sitting on the side table.

I am the blanket wrapped around your shoulders when the bitter cold seeps through the windows.

I am light, and I am darkness, both beautifully brilliant and powerful.

I am the flickering flames in the fireplace, a warmth of love and great power contained only in a small box, wildly beautiful and dangerous.

I am the sunlight on the floorboards and the biting wind that whips across your face.

My soul reflects the last light of autumn in all the twinkling stars of winter’s first night.

// October 18, 2017—I am.

What I Saw in the Trees

The wind rustles the leaves, a soft rumble echoing in the trees as I see each falling leaf IMG_7896dance to the ground. They told us the leaves would change earlier this year. They told us they knew when they would turn. They said it was unusual of them to wait this long.

I do not find it unusual at all. I look out and see the trees at peace, swaying in the wind, listening not to them but to the gentle of voice of something greater.

They were wrong.

The trees are unconcerned with what they say. The trees respond to the one who let the leaves grow in the first place. The one who lets those dying leaves produce brilliant color as they fall. The one who promised the trees that they would grow beautiful things again. That the blooms would come, that the winter would not kill them. The trees are unconcerned with what they say. They know that the timing is always right when you are listening to the a voice of truth.

The trees know there is no fear in letting go when they are rooted in place, taken care of by a beautiful and powerful Creator. They know there is beauty in things that pass away.

There is no fear in letting go.

Choose the Mug

Some days you need to say yes to the mug.

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Leave the to-go cup, and come be.

Choose the couch instead of the table.

Choose the hot cocoa instead of the coffee.

Pet the stranger’s dog when they aren’t looking.

Watch the rhythm of bodies moving in and out of the shop.

Feel the warmth of the sun on your back.

Sneak in snippets of conversations around you.

Learn about the people in your world.

Choose the mug and come be.

A Floral Dawn

The blooms of the earth remind us of the life that comes from hardship, the freedom that comes when we finally break through the dark.

Nothing short of miraculous, your night is sure to end. You will break into a dawn filled with golden light, unfamiliar but pure and true.

The sun surely rises, behind cloud or brilliantly in front of it, the sun surely rises on the blooms of adversity, the blooms of trial and hardship.

It breathes new life and warmth into the petals of a bud bursting to life and fullness.

See, oh, sweet soul, your dawn is coming.

Jessica Madison