Quotes from Miriam Therese Winter

Each time a feathered friend tarries to take and eat, it is I who am fed.

About the past and the future? About innovation and tradition? About transition and the temporality of time?

coincidence is a sacred word, the calling card of the Spirit. Such incidents of harmonic convergence are tokens of love from a loving God whose Spirit reveals this to me.

God, who cares about the sparrows, orchestrates an opera every summer and gives the best arias to bugs.