The Gift of Time
I was recently in the Pacific Northwest, and visited Carkeek Park. As I stood there amongst the trees, with the ocean stretching out before me, I stood there in awe…and just breathed.
I am so grateful for the life I have, for the people I love and those who love me back.
Maybe the gift of time isn’t about having more of it, maybe it is about being present for the time we’ve been given.
– denise marie
“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36
There is a quiet joy that rises when I finally slow down enough to notice where I am. Right here, in this breath, in this moment, in the soft, ordinary beauty that surrounds me.
It’s the way trees sway like they’re whispering a gentle reminder, you don’t have to rush your way through your own life. It’s the sound of my breath returning home to my body. It’s the simple holiness of noticing colors, textures and small mercies.
Presence invites joy to rise quietly, like a seed sprouting beneath the soil, it just asks for a softer gaze, a slower pace, a willingness to see what’s been holding us all along.
When I choose to be here, fully, I remember that beauty is never far. It’s stitched into the fabric of everyday life, waiting for me to look up, breathe deeply, and receive it.
– denise marie
“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36
