July Twenty-Twenty-Five

 

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.

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

For some summer whimsy- 

read here about this summer sleepaway camp for stuffed animals

and see the tiny love story I wrote about Harry here.