The Peace of Order and Routine
/As the last decorations of Christmas go into storage for another year, a familiar rhythm speaks to my soul. Order. Routine.
The beauty of the ordinary reigns.
You write it: What brings peace to your soul?
As the last decorations of Christmas go into storage for another year, a familiar rhythm speaks to my soul. Order. Routine.
The beauty of the ordinary reigns.
You write it: What brings peace to your soul?