I remember that day, not much bigger then a doll, he spun her round on his neck. It seems I blink and the image r...

I wake to a blanket of white crystals. I marvel at the beauty of it, shimmering in the sun’s first light.   I’m reminded of long ago when th...

“ Castle building ” that’s what Fenelon calls it.  You’re living in a log cabin, but you’re building a castle in your mind. It is dangero...

He placed the color inside each leaf... in dying they were revealed.  In  our  dying  HE  is revealed.   The Master Artist, ...

Sitting crossed legged on the picnic table and spread out on the fading grass a friend and I notice… fall has its flowers .  The bri...