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 compassion  when...

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...