Holy Ground is Sometimes Mundane
The chill of evening chores in winter
There is something holy about the act of love that is my evening chores.
I might procrastinate suiting up in coat and hat and headlamp and gloves to brave the arctic chill, but I always do it, because it’s my labor of love.
The calm of a herd of horses, even in the midst of winter snow and cruel wind, is a balm to my soul. Eyes eager for dinner and thick…
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