I found the way to my destination and found my destiny along the path, like golden bread crumbs left by another weary traveler.
Each time we kneel down to pick up the shattered pieces of our hearts, the act itself is a prayer of hope. And as we put the shards back together, knitting them with tears, our heart expand to include things we never thought we could feel or do.
I recently had the opportunity to accompany my eldest son on his first and second grade TAG field trip. We convoyed over to the McKenna Children’s Museum… Read more “The Art Car”
But these ‘blue northers’ will remind you that there is another place, a place of biting cold and invigorating winds. And change comes sending chills down your spine but there is excitement in the shivering.
When I was a Captain of a ship out at sea. Life was so simple. It was a long time ago, 1810 or 11, hard to remember… Read more “When I Was a Captain: A Musing On Life”