The Choice
On where you land,made from long ago.The choice, it was always yours.
On where you land,made from long ago.The choice, it was always yours.
For concealing a non-organic grid below and its absence of water…ahh but those cacti of the Sonoran Desert and the light show just before the disappearing evening sun.
For catching my breath as all the light of the rising sun crescendos around me.
And the magic they create…psst here’s a little secret to happiness, flow through life young at heart, always.
and how we get there.
Can you see it?
It will be established forever like the moon,the faithful witness in the sky.” – Psalms 89:37 I set out for the wilderness minutes before sunrise and ole faithful here is still hanging out, brightening my path testifying to his majesty, … Continue reading
We’re halfway there. Halfway between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. We feasted; we communed around a bonfire in the crisp midwinter air. A dancing constellation of stars above to hear our wintery wishes and forest critters amid that encouraged whispered … Continue reading
and for blending in like the Javalina I encountered on this descent.
Crafted by my steady hands and quiet mind.