Photo and text by Sister Jon Julie Sullivan, SNDdeN
…a good lesson to me whenever I am at the eastern seacoast. The huge edges of the land meeting the sea always seem to have random spaces where earth has blown in and the birds or wind have planted a surprise.
I am reminded again that life needs such a small space.
When I find myself between a rock and a hard place, I remember seeing a sign of the mustard seed story.