Beauty in the messy business of loving people

We've been home from our wilderness retreat for over a week. While we were there I soaked up the beauty in the nature all around me.  The tall green Pines and Spruce and the shimmering Aspen made me feel like I was tasting a bit of heaven. I intentionally observed the creation around me and… Continue reading Beauty in the messy business of loving people

Fiction Friday: The Monk and the Fisherman

The vow of silence wasn't hard for Chip.  He lived among the pines, spruce and aspen of the Apache Sitgreaves Blue Range Primitive Area.  The sound of wind rushing through the aspen leaves and the song of the swallows created an instrumental background that breeds a peace utter silence cannot.  Chip's life consisted of going… Continue reading Fiction Friday: The Monk and the Fisherman

Our wildlife sighting adventure in the Apache Blue Range Primitive Area

I saw a black bear cub today. I caught a brown Trout. I went to New Mexico and back into Arizona on a fire road through a spot on the map called Blue, Arizona.  I saw the white Blue Cowbells in the meadows next to the stream that is the Blue river. I saw bull… Continue reading Our wildlife sighting adventure in the Apache Blue Range Primitive Area

Hannagan Meadow In My Ear

warm sunlight on my chest cool high-altitude breeze on my face sun-kissed skin cool touch from wind songs of finch beckon in my ear rush of sound wave of air through Aspen Spruce and Pine wings a flutter thousands of reps per second green, blue shimmering wings in my ear inches from my face she… Continue reading Hannagan Meadow In My Ear