
Winter Wander Land
Nature always listens, but in winter it seems to listen more deeply.
Nature always listens, but in winter it seems to listen more deeply.
My America is not the America represented by today’s bitter cold inauguration
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
Be prepared for the out-of-this-world impact planets nearly colliding will have on your life.
“I wonder about sending your stalker a blessing and then going about your business.”
During June and July, I’ve been out standing in a field – a barley field — paying witness to a wild and wacky world.
No one in my life heard the music of Mother Nature better than my beloved friend, Judy.
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together.
“I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me . . . .”