Made to sail
I wander down among the boats at sunrise. There's a beauty here, and a peace, but a longing, too, that stirs my deepest places. The boats in Heritage Harbour are…
Willing or willful?
“I’m willing,” I say to God. “I’m willing to write it. But I don’t have words.” I sit with my laptop waiting for the words to come. A question comes…
Becoming your proper size: how to really rest this summer
They call it paradise and, aside from the daddy long legs stalking me in the shower, it pretty much is. A soft blue and yellow bedroom with hydrangea blossoms on…