They say light comes out (and in) through cracked vessels. Maybe light comes out (and in) through the torn holes of our soul. And maybe s...

I'm thinking of trying to do this project. I did "Wordless Wednesday" and "Photo Friday" a while and then I sto...

Many years ago, when he was still in preschool, my son came home with a small asparagus fern they had planted. It might have been a Mother...

I consider myself fortunate that peace and light and hope never totally left me in my days of death or darkness or loss. I know it is not ...

This poem continues to comforts me...

I've been feeding my parents' "grand-dog" while they are in Houston getting ready for another surgery on my Dad's ey...