In the summer months, I freelance as a Bed and Breakfast host and Innkeeper. I love this work and it is hard work, yet it suits my inner being while also giving me most afternoons and evenings to pursue writing and other creative passions. One of the things I love...
I went for a 10 km hike yesterday along a trail that leads deep into the woods. It was one of those perfectly magical weather days. Not too hot. Not too cool. Puffy white clouds. Striking blue sky. Butterflies fluttering. Dragonflies flitting. Blue herons gliding....
I worship beauty. I can say that with such power, confidence, and ease because it’s the language and living prayer of the soul. I’m not talking about the kind of beauty found in the glitz and glitter of a cheap, superficial life. I’m also not...
What is it about beauty that can often leave us speechless and still? The kind of still that awe and reverence have a way of bestowing upon us. The kind of still that empties us of everything except the silent calm of the soul. For the past ten years I have lived...
As I write these words, I am watching the sun descend behind the hills for yet another day. Darkness will soon cast its evening blanket of shadows over the valley and trees, and if I’m really lucky, I’ll get to gaze up at an infinite sky sparkling with the...
