Stones in My Path

Stones in My Path

The sun reclines back on the horizon after a full day, casting long shadows across the path I walk alone. Cold beads of fear line my brow as I strain to follow the fading path back to my group.   Why had I ventured alone so late in the afternoon? The desert air was...
When The Storm Brings Answers

When The Storm Brings Answers

This week I have been watching clouds build tall, with their gray bellies, offering the promise of rain, then, blow right past us. We watch as another cloud builds thinking it too will pass us by.  But, across the pond there are drops of rain, still invisible to the...

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