The map you make yourself – Jan Richardson
You have looked at so many doors with longing, wondering if your life lay on the other side…
How the light comes – Jan Richardson
I cannot tell you how the light comes. What I know is that it is more ancient than imagining. That it travels across an astounding expanse to reach us. That it loves searching out what is hidden what is lost what is forgotten or in peril or in pain. That it has a fondness for…