Had tea with friend yesterday. It was one of those epic catch up kind of afternoons. We sat in the sun, on the patio of a restaurant that’s around the corner. {She only lives about a mile-and-a-half down the street; I’m not sure how we went so long without sitting in the same space…} The weather was perfect, as it often is this time of year in Atlanta. The desserts were sweet. {And so was the company.} As usual, I had a journal and a couple of pens.
A Mandala for Listening.
Her story was long and deep – and the rhythm of mandalas keeps my hands moving and helps me listen. {And stay quiet…}
And a sister mandala from the same conversation:
A Mandala for Prayer
It’s comprised of words and thoughts in the round. A prayer both as it was made and for returning.
