Grandmother liked to hunt with the men. She was skilled in the kayak and fearless.
These precious moments with God are beyond religion touching the sublime. They are where we begin to see and understand the true nature of our existence.
The damp sea air is fresh and cool on my skin. It tastes of salt and creates tiny droplets of dew that glitter in my hair.
We all have a story. Whether you write it for yourself or allow it to be written for you is a choice we all must make.
Standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon is like standing on the edge of the world and seeing the story of its creation unfold before your eyes.
Softly from the silence came an inner voice with a simple question, “What’s next?”
Her room was filled with the things from childhood. The little girly things a teenager holds onto as she transitions into becoming a young woman.
There are so many in the world, like yourself, that would enjoy a little laughter or perhaps find some comfort and insight.