From March, 2016


  My body woke and I reached for my phone, 4:55 am.  Dang it’s early.  Dishes need attention in the kitchen so I roll out of bed.  I must clean my counters before a small gathering in the front room at 6 am. Thankful for the laughter in my kitchen the night before over homemade tortillas. I…

Grace for Grief Part 2

I get by with a little help from my friends. A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles. Tim Cahill Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances. William Powell There are a few wonderful aids to living. They are found in…

words & poetry

My hands covered in sap or was it dog drool? Thankful for this moment. I bless God the strong scent of pine and mountain air. Bless the northwest.