Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Found, 3/1/16

Spending the season of Lent looking for signs of the Divine in the world around me.

Something new, made from things found and discarded. A small act of redemption. Very small. And yet I feel compelled to repeat small acts like this over and over, fueled by equal parts rage and hope. To cluster them in bouquets and leave them wherever I can.

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