Morning Prayer: Last Light, First Breath
Today, I wake at a threshold.
One foot still rooted in sanctuary,
the other stepping toward becoming.
May I carry with me
what softened me,
what surprised me,
what reminded me I am still worthy of wonder.
May I leave behind
what no longer fits;
old armor, old ache, old doubt.
I offer this day
as a quiet hallelujah.
Not loud, not polished;
just mine.
Let what was planted here
take root in the real world.
Let what was witnessed here
continue to bloom.
And if I forget,
may grace find me anyway.
In laughter.
In wind,
In the face of another woman
who knows.
Amen.
Kerry O’Brien
​​​From Sabbath Moment 8-5-25

— Opening prayer chosen and read by Bonnie L.

Obsessed with butterflies and berries at Saturday’s W in W! “May I carry with me what softened me, what surprised me, what reminded me I am still worthy of wonder.” — From Kerry O’Brien’s Morning Prayer. 

—- Photos and reflection by Bonnie L.

“Today, I wake at a threshold.
One foot still rooted in sanctuary,
the other stepping toward becoming.”

“…may grace find me anyway.
In laughter.
In wind…”

The dappled sunlight through the trees reminded me that grace and wonder will find me as I step toward a new life chapter with an open heart.

— Photos and reflection by Nancy L.