It’s hard to believe that Thanksgiving 2019 is already behind us. As I was reading my daily devotion today, I realized that there are less than 30 days left in this calendar year. How can that be? Time is such a strange thing. There are times when the minutes may seem to drag (particularly when I’m forced to wait!). Then, whole days fly by in the blink of an eye. Do you think time actually stays the same tempo, or is there some mischievous timekeeper who speeds things up and slows things down? Anyway, as I sit at my desk at work, I am struck by the fact that my…

November in northern Texas is a time of transitions. We have gone from weeks of days over 100 degrees to a rainy, windswept vista. In some ways it’s refreshing. It’s fireplace and chiminea weather! Much of my life this year has been in transition. At first I dug my heels in, not wanting what I knew deep in my heart was the proper and even blessed course of action. Now, as I sit at my desk on a blustery autumn day – I know the sun is shining, even though I don’t see it clearly. My vision is blocked by a very persistent blanket of rolling clouds. Ah! How like…

It’s been a while since I’ve written. So much has happened, I almost don’t know where to begin.  I guess I’ll start with the Source. Today, as I sat in my backyard listening to the birds, the sun was just starting to creep over the horizon. It was glorious. I’m glad I didn’t miss it.  tried to sleep in – but no dice. It was peaceful and the sense of gratitude filled my heart. I have an active imagination. However, I did not anticipate this. So many pieces came together so fast it nearly takes my breath away. The job. The move. The house. The yard. The music. The GRILL!…

I love trees. I love watching them go through the seasons – how their leaves and limbs change with the weather. How they spring back to life and blossom after the cool of the winter. How each one is slightly different, even when they are the same variety. When I was little, I used to think the wind was generated by the trees themselves, and that was how they spoke to each other. Wind language. I was fascinated watching the wind start in one place and roll to the tree after tree. The joys of living on a farm, I guess. There are still moments of fancy when I think…