Beauty in the Target parking lot I’m on an errand to restock toilet paper. Immersed in the mundane. Suddenly, beauty taps me on the shoulder. She reminds me. Immersed in mundane. Or, steeped in sacred. It’s only a point of view I choose. Related 0 Comments Share: You Might Also Like When enough of us love ourselves enough October 3, 2017 Surprised by grace July 25, 2016 When honoring the past becomes the gateway to wholeness July 6, 2017 No Comments Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.