She slipped in quietly, turning on one lamp near my bedside. She moved about her work without saying much, in a ritualistic sort of way–her arms strong, and face tender. She smiled at me when I opened my eyes, “I’m here to clean you up a bit...
Jennifer Peterson has been writing her heart out for the last month (23 days to be exact) on ways to brighten someone’s day. Why don’t you take a peek at all the love she is spreading through her series? Here are a few of my favorite ideas from Jennifer....
One Friday night when I was 18, a friend and I left to do one of those college visits, the ones to see if you want to spend huge sums of money on over four years, and most likely the twenty years following also. I had a soccer game that night, so we embarked on our,...
“So easily ‘spirituality’ becomes a cafeteria through which we walk making selections according to our taste an appetite… confinement turns into concentration, illusion transmutes into hope, death changes to resurrection.” – Eugene...
Storm clouds roll in thick, billowy and dark, blowing small branches and leaves across the field of wildflowers where butterflies make their habitat, laying flat the flowers and thicket on which they find their life and breath. One butterfly frail and tattered lays...
Recently I was scrolling through one of my social media pages and saw a picture of a woman who was naked, except for those long gloves that go to your elbows, and a Zorro like mask that may have had feathers in it, and she was riding a tiger out in a dry, barren...