The Preciousness of Every Little Thing, Every Little Memory

My mom looked off for just a moment, as if some story had always been near to her and seemingly always there after all these years.  As she recalled the events, the colors of the room went dull and her words became crisp and vivid. “There was that one time.” She started, as if every…

Where Home Will Come to Settle

July 9th, South Creek Trail I’ve been mulling over “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver since the first time in March.  The poem seems to be slowly developing its color and understanding as I allow myself to really feel into how its message applies to my life. The line, “harsh and exciting” has caught my attention…