Swooping Owls
It’s a dark autumn day here. With nearly bare trees and leaves on the path, it feels spooky and mysterious. We gaze up and see
(my daily blog)
It’s a dark autumn day here. With nearly bare trees and leaves on the path, it feels spooky and mysterious. We gaze up and see
We’ve loved our daily “loops” around the neighborhood. Since March, our daily walks have sustained us and provided structure, conversation, reflection time, and a regular
Today I think about pacing ourselves in order to keep running the marathon that’s ahead of us–whatever that long stretch is in our own lives.
A friend sent me a quote from Hannah Whitall Smith that I had never read before. (Thank you, Steve!) I just love it! I wish
I absolutely love teaching. It brings me so much joy! But every job contains elements of drudgery or downsides we must somehow manage. For me,
Today I walked around in the cold, wet neighborhood. I trudged through piles of cold, wet leaves on campus. It was cold. It was wet.
It’s always a good idea to let your writing sit for a few days to see what new ideas might form or new revision ideas
Sometimes my daughter and I sit outside to catch leaves by the fire pit. It’s such a simple game from childhood. The leaves fall from
I loved reading this from A.W. Tozer this morning about people who practice being in the presence of God: They know that something inside their