Mundane Monday:Little Bits of Beauty

     It's the light from the laundry room windows that catches my eye. This little bit of light falling on books and globe. And I love the way it stirs me—this light, falling into even the darkest corners of our house. How even when the world is the blackest you've ever seen, little pin pricks of light keep poking through the night. Like—light on books, and how your dog scratches her ear, the smell of fresh basil, and your sister smiling at you. Wouldn't there be more holy things in our lives if we opened up these minuscule pin holes, took the unholy, the common, and made it uncommon? Holy?

What dark corners lurking really do have some pin holes of light you never thought could be there?