Let Jack and Mavis take you to church
I walked outside at four in the morning, stepped down off the deck and rounded the cabin. The birds had started their predawn songs. Two robins in particular we...
Author: stephen t berg
A song of loves
when the light of a morning sun shimmies through the spring leaves of an elm treewhen the sound of surf moves over a patio and drowns all dialogue when you sit ...
Change, like each season, has its sting, its solace and promise
It’s been too long between posts. And I’m sorry (he said, presuming it may have been missed). Having kept this blog for over 10 years, the rising anxiety from f...
A prayer for recovery, courage, discovery, and getting lost
In a world choking on technology, help me lift my head, walk outdoors, and breathe through my heels. In a world crusted over by the religions of rote, let...