Love Kept in the Hands

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

Most of what we love we keep at a distance, admired, saved for later. But love wants a body. It wants to become the way you pour water, the care in a folded towel, the pause before you answer someone. This morning, notice that devotion is mostly small and repeated. The breath teaches this. Each exhale is a chance to set something down gently, and to pick the next thing up with intention.