This morning, my dog Rosie fell asleep in my lap on the back deck and wouldn’t let me get up. The foxglove were lit up in the early light, my coffee went cold, and I found myself thinking about what a 17th-century book had to say about patience, storms, and the hammer that shapes gold.
You can read it here:
https://craigphillips.substack.com/p/patience-the-anchor-of-the-soul
IN THESE TIMES 