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…
The secret to being content
The dread disease can keep me from settling in and enjoying the music I’ve chosen in the gym or the book I’ve selected to read over supper. (“Is there something…