Enjoy Good Friday Green Pastures and Navigate Muddy Water

Pasture play on Good Friday
The requirement for peace that passes all understanding is so very simple. And yet we plod along, feeling our way and doing the best we can to keep our paths straight on our own. We're always unsure of the next step and it fills us with worry and fear, perhaps a longing we can't understand. And we fall ... will always fall ... will always be thirsty. Unless we find our way to the source. Continue Reading

Finding Silence In Dirt, Dead Trees and New Beginnings

Old greenhouse, new life
When we do not, our paths wander aimlessly. We're askew. We focus on "picture perfect" and "share-worthy" and never stop to truly "like" our own journey. We seek satisfaction in a vacuum and spend our time adrift in a sea of unnecessary noise. We focus on the weeds in the background, but the stark blooming beauty directly in front of us is always out of focus. Continue Reading

Wildfire Devastates But the Human Spirit Burns Brighter

Sunrise like wildfire at Tuckaway Farm
Each of us has a place to call home. No matter the size or structure, location or zip code, we tend to view home with nostalgia and a bit of pride. One day we're doing what we do, knowing what we know, loving what we love, and the next? Gone. In minutes, our lush livelihood could be transformed by wildfire into nothing but smoke and debris. Continue Reading

Standing At the Gate of A New Year

Gate of the New YEar
So heart be still: What need our little life Our human life to know, If God hath comprehension? Continue Reading

Let’s Make New Year’s Resolutions! Oh, never mind.

New Year's Resolutions, Oh, Never Mind
It's fashionable and trendy to resolve to do something new, different, better, faster, more intense. And then, somewhere between too busy to succeed, too overwhelmed to care, and "But I had good intentions!" ... we shrug it off. Continue Reading

Beauty Finds A Way

This fungi is a woodland masterpiece on a rainy morning.
Last year — and the year before — this beautiful fungus appeared. Previously it grew out of the top of the stump, but this year its appearance has gone south, literally. It is different, but still beautiful. Its circumstances have changed, but it hangs onto purpose and sends up the usual frills. Perhaps it mourns the loss of position, but it makes the best of the situation and carries on. Beauty always finds a way. Continue Reading