I met the dawn on my early morning run. It spread out all puffy and orange and pink across the sky. The beauty caught my breath in my chest, and I was reminded that I am alive and witness to majesty. This is a day I was glad to be…
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Breath for the Bones Book Club: Thoughts on Chapter 1 Art is a window into the soul of its creator. In the finished painting or poem or sculpture, we receive a glimpse of the interior world of the artist. And when the art is nature, there we find treasured secrets…
Bright blue skies awaited me for this morning’s jaunt (I didn’t catch the sunrise today). It seems, at least to me, that pretty skies should be coupled with mild temperatures and a lilting breeze. That misconception quickly faded after leaving the warmth of my house—this November day isn’t playing around:…
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