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We’ve watched before, this time every year… The bright red and golden leaves Falling from the trees that are undressing,  becoming bare as skeletons blowing in the wind. Sunlight slants between rain clouds And pierces through the leaves still attached creating miniature stained glass windows in natures living cathedral. (Our last words to each other were “Thank you”) How do we thank the ones who gave us so much over the years… Or those who show us moments of kindness and comp

Poetry can help. Take a breath and read. The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in...

Have You Noticed? Have you noticed the glistening light like diamonds sprayed across the leaves, pine needles, and flowering trees In...

I call out to what ever that Great Mystery Source Energy Force God-thing is (God is just a 3 letter word for many things) and ask, "I...

This hummingbird comes and visits me almost every day. Portrait of hummingbird by Rhonda Gerhard. Here is a poem by Mary Oliver. Find the...

Well, here is my first blog post on my new website. And one thing I am thinking about is relatability. How we can relate to and with each...