Rolling billows of fire float in the sky. This morning, when I first opened the blinds to my patio, faint pink speckled the clouds. Now, I am watching the sky transform. The pale blue clouds have caught fire and a … Continue reading
My Thursday morning book club is finishing The Interior Castle this week. It has been the oldest book we have read, completed in 1577. Ten to fifteen pages a week is all we can digest. The writing weaves and rabbit … Continue reading
Two men walk down the same path. The voice of one can be heard from a distance; he is opinionated, loud and quick to take action. The other is quiet, strategic and attentive to detail. When a detour comes into … Continue reading
