When we made it to our 80’s, we said, let’s go for 90. But that cancer he took home from his mill job, those decades ago, finally got him. I keep looking...
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your torrents; all your waves and your billows have gone over me. -Psalm 43 They look silver, those birds, that fly...
One evening, on a trail above the Chickakoo lakes, we heard Amazing Grace played on bagpipes, coming across the wide valley and over the waters. It was l...
i Slow down, my colours are blues and aquamarines, my friendship is unassuming, like a buttercup; and wherever I go the quiet comes stealing in, a...