The Morning Sings
About a week ago I awoke to the words “the morning sings”. It wasn’t that I had a particularly good night, and it wasn’t about my feelings or my circumstances.…
Awestruck
Winter is here.Under the white and the gray is new life.Buds waiting to appear,seeds waiting to take root,colors hiding until it’s time,fragrances to wake up the senses.But now, a season…
When I Can’t See with My Eyes
We have lived, for over two years, as a nation being unable to see with our physical eyes what is really happening. We are told it’s this way unless it’s…