Summer doesn’t
whisper—it sings.
It doesn’t hold back—it testifies.
It pulses with life, color, and fullness—reminding us what it means to be
unapologetically alive.
The Earth is
not in hiding—she is in radiant expression. And she extends the same invitation
to us.
In the
Christian liturgical calendar, this is Ordinary Time—a stretch of days not
marked by spectacle, but by steadiness.
As Howard Thurman reminds us, God’s presence is often found not in the
extraordinary, but in the quiet moments of becoming.
Ordinary Time
is a season for sweet, grounded tending.
A reminder that the sacred doesn’t only live in the miraculous—it is woven into
the daily, the quiet, the unfolding.
And even here,
something is blooming.
Summer stirs
the body to move, to play, to open itself to joy.
This is a season for reclamation.
For delight.
For honoring the abundance that is already alive in you.
-Quiana LaRae
https://saintwell.substack.com/p/in-the-fullness-of-summer-a-practice
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