Found this photo again — what a place. Ватопед.

A single thin candle burning steady in the dark. It always makes me think how even the smallest light holds its own against everything around it.

The road winds quietly toward the village church just as the sun slips behind the hills. It always makes me think of how steady and patient the path to prayer can be.

The quiet glow of candles at St. Nicholas this evening—such a gentle reminder of Christ's presence in our midst.

The lilacs by the entrance are in full bloom again this year—such a quiet promise of spring in our courtyard.