RIVER TALKING

I don’t know who God is exactly. But I’ll tell you this. I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stone and all afternoon I listened to the voices of the river talking. Whenever the water struck a stone it had something to say, and the water itself, and even the … CONTINUE READING

DO YOU HAVE A PLACE?

My place is the off leash area where I walk Rosie. Rosie is a Havanese Poodle with ‘tude’ and a cute bootie! The off leash area is actually a secret Wild Flower Sanctuary, but don’t tell anyone! Read this poem by Wendell Berry. It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow … CONTINUE READING