Both exhausted and exhilarated from the steep climb I sat near the peak of Mount Shasta with my best friend Loren looking out over the world. The snow we had been traversing was frozen over in a sheet of ice, making each step a struggle, stomping our crampons into it to keep from sliding back … Continue reading Beyond the Mountain
The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.
Anger is like a hot coal that you throw at the object of your anger. You may or may not hit the object, but you will always get burned.
As his armies feasted on the horror that is war, conquering all that would stand in his way, he began to hear a faint and distant cry within...