Whenever I’m about to give a talk, I have this need to get to the mountains and take in the
Life presents so many opportunities to commune with God’s creation that there’s not enough time in the day to experience
“The last time, I threw it as hard as I could, only, I didn’t watch to see where it landed.
Almost nothing signals hope like a hawk hunting on a cold gray day…my spirit animal is strong against the bitter
they are the last survivors, these branches. ancestral fingers reaching for the sky, grabbing wind-stories, they’ve grown rigid, almost dead,