I’m in London.
Wonder is found in the faces of old friends.
In pottering around twisty London back streets admiring the architecture of this crazy place.
In retreating to a safe place when it all got too much. There is something immensely soothing about sitting in a library surrounded by books.
The wonder is found in the parting of the clouds, in hope, in a tentative noting of a new kind of grounded reality and smile on the face of my favourite and best.
The wonder is found in sleepy sitting and good friends who know me so well.
I am grateful and glad of all these things. I smile into the sky and hug knowledge tight of the One who gave me all these gifts.