A little light glowing in the dark is a beautiful thing.
So is blue in the window, and a smiling moon.

When I was homebound with debilitating symptoms for more than a year, such quiet scenes were a comfort to me. As part of retraining my body, I resumed going for walks and started to notice a new softness in the world around me.

I’ve often wondered about the role of beauty in times of suffering – can it help numb a person’s pain, or does it drown in the throes? What I’ve come to realize is that it does neither.

Beautiful things simply persist in their existence.

Even in our hardest moments, beauty remains— quietly and patiently.

Dear Gentle Days is a collection of days made gentle by the glimmers that endure around us.