Many moments of light on this sunny day, like a by-chance breakfast with old family friends, and this sunshine highlighting our Costa Rican nativity scene, and an afternoon visit to the calendar gardens, and the candle dance at the Christmas Eve soup supper at church this evening, and sitting with John, watching the flames flicker in the fireplace.
We ended our worship service this evening sitting in the glow of many small candles, singing "Silent night, holy night." And the third verse shimmered for me, and seems an appropriate one to repeat here this Christmas eve:
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God, Love's pure light,
radiant, beams from thy holy face
with the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
Tesserae: small cube-shaped tiles of ceramic, glass or precious stone used to make a mosaic, or in this case, brief essays on some element of lectio divina with Luke 10:38-42.