through the looking glass

I look out my living room window. I just stare in awe of glorious beauty.

The sun about to go down puts a golden sparkle on everything it touches.

There is something beautiful about being wounded. It teaches you to drink deeper and love deeper. It teaches you to stand in your living room peering out the window to take a deep breath in. Makes you want to leave everything to find something else. Something better, something holy, something beautiful.