It’s a beautiful, sunny, promising-to-get-very-warm early Easter Sunday at the very end of March in Colorado. The air has that watery, almost milky quality as I look out over the fields on my way home from the grocery. I had to dance my way through ...
My heart is full this morning as I look out at the frost covered rooftops of neighbors’ houses. The colors of yet another spectacular sunrise spread across the horizon and begin to reach up into the sky. Snow is coming to the high country ...
We see them pass
I sit with a bag of frozen peas over my left shoulder and held in place as I write by a pillow against the back of my chair. To my right on the table sits a small bowl of Ben and Jerry’s Pistachio ice cream. The frozen peas are there because my dermatologist ...
Positive thoughts
The inner sanctuary
I love these August mornings when the breeze washes across the landscape after a nighttime temperature drop of 30 or 40 degrees. The rising sun warms the air and in the yellow light the tiny leaves of the locust tree outside my living room window ...
Two faces
I spy with my middle eye
My heart stopped beating