Greatest Miracle of All

How do I begin to write about what happened today? The magic and mystery of my wooded walk took me deeper into its bosom. I walked with a friend. We were chatting, not having a particularly deep conversation, but aware and observant. As we walked over the small rise, I noticed the energy of a …

The Holy Ground, Life’s Antidote

Hope is good, isn’t it? Hope feels like that intense yellow filling each petal of a sunlit dahlia, swelling almost to the point that dazzling color pours forth and paints the holy ground in which the rooted being prays. Hope feels like that, and feeling it, we know that hope can do nothing but bear …