Windflowers

When there are no clouds, you can see with sudden clarity.  The brilliance of the autumn leaves, the rusty reds, glowing oranges take your b...

Dear Friend (you know who you are!),  Doer of good remorselessly.  Placing wreaths on old graves.  Remembering lost ones over decades.  Tidy...

Prayer is such a personal affair.   Perhaps the most personal of all communication. So speaking of it is tricky. After all, if the condition...

  Dear Son, You asked me some questions last night that really made me think. I’m not sure of the answers but I wanted you to know what...

I don’t like to backbite but there are some people who need to be remembered because they were sufficiently bad to stand out despite th...

In searching for progress we are sometimes nudged gradually, painfully in certain directions.   For me one of the earliest turning poin...