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Where the Eagle Soars
At Eagle River, I am reminded, we mount up On wings like eagles. In humility, We must know how to come down. Face things as they are! Still, O heart, be still. Water appears like glass as Birds fly branch to branch. Mind, body and soul, “Be still, know that I am God.”...
What Love Is Or Isn’t
“What is love? How would you answer that?” I asked my husband on Saturday night at 8:43 PM after he’d watch a great storm roll in from the front porch with our dog while the cat was hiding. I’d no idea where the cat was but she had a mouse trapped earlier, I knew she...
The Book That Talks
There are many books that speak to me. Poetry, philosophy, comedy, tragedy, allegory and story, written by people I admire, respect, study, reflect on, review, time and again, and who have greatly influenced me. People like, Thomas Merton and Mary Oliver, Henri...