Hymn to the Redwoods
These trees, I do not understand. I speculate their ancient wisdom, their fame for holding, in the tight folds of their rings, tectonic shifts, memories of empi...
These trees, I do not understand. I speculate their ancient wisdom, their fame for holding, in the tight folds of their rings, tectonic shifts, memories of empi...
I’m looking over a golf course in Palm Desert,the sprinklers have quit, the sun is up, the mowers are out, as are the dog walkers,and there is no war here, and ...
I have a friend who talks to God. Literally, audibly, lifts his head and speaks into the air, prays devoutly, believes it makes all the difference. Prayer, li...
In celebration of all the hard-working, underappreciated, wonderful baristas, that set the tone for our mornings — Happy Barista Day! Encounters I “Good m...