Accepting silence

Photo by Adil on Pexels.com I took a long walk with my German Shephard, Lukas, this evening. The sun is setting earlier. The sky glows with shades of orange and pink and the world seems to cover itself with a honey-kissed filter. I'm drawn out of the house easily on these fall evenings in the... Continue Reading →

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 →

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