I’m beginning to realize something. Life everywhere exists in layers. Layers of rock and hardened lava beneath our feet. Layers of color in a dancing autumn leaf. Layers of fur […]
Not every yard has a garden,
Neatly mulched, lined in stone,
Sprinkled with seeds
And sprouting roses.
When we’re weighed down by fear and anxiety, it’s too easy focus on the danger of open doors.
Remember Friday the 13th? The only thing worse than an unlucky Friday is an unlucky Monday.
Change is on my doorstep. She’s been there for some time, promising to push with gale force winds and flood the foundations if I don’t let her in.
My philosophy has always been to live with “childish enthusiasm,” but this year was one filled with hard work.
A passion like this, it takes hold of the heart, and it becomes unstoppable.