It's that golden hour of the late afternoon where the warm, glistening, fourteen carat sunlight comes streaming through the windows to dance upon my kitchen table and my dirty hardwood floors.
I love this time of day, especially in the fall, when the sun hits the leaves just right on the trees behind our home and they sparkle and shine like tiny jewels... green, yellow, red and orange.
It's been a full productive day of cooking and cleaning and paying bills and planning out our calendar. Of writing and reading and reflecting and running. Of mothering babes and loving on friends and choosing to be present but not to be perfect.
For now though, it's time to slow down, to be still, to put away the papers and the lists and to clear my kitchen table office. To rest from work.
Beef stew simmers on the stove, and french press warms in my mug, and the house is so wonderfully quiet.
I'm breathing in...
And breathing out...
Savoring the golden hour and welcoming the weekend to the gentle rhythm of grace.