Some days burn rubber. By supper time I feel the skid marks dirtying up my soul. Clothes rumpled, makeup smudged, heavy sighs come in groups of threes. Last night instead of falling on the couch to numb out with the remote or a book, I exchanged dinner dishes for walking shoes. The sun was low and… Continue reading A Walk With Evening Grace
For all the animals of the forest are mine, and I own the cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird on the mountains, and all the animals of the field are mine. Psalm 50:10-11 (nlt) I know, my adorableness is almost too much to handle. Hopefully the cute package has captured your attention,… Continue reading A Calf’s Blessing
One of the few magazine subscriptions we renew without fail is Texas Monthly. Apart from being both informative and entertaining, it keeps my bluebonnet roots grounded and my stomach homesick for good Tex-Mex (lo siento, El Charro) . I was wonderstruck while reading the most recent edition which spotlights the photography of James H. Evans. Dedicating… Continue reading The Spiritual Discipline of Secret Beauty
I drove home through the back roads this morning from a “glampout” at a friends cabin just over the Missouri line. Over train tracks and bridges and even a few gravel roads. Rain clouds were gathering in the west as I sipped coffee from a Casey’s cup, choosing to drive a few miles under the… Continue reading A Decade of Walking
There is nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said about the glorious gifts of travel. I read and listen to people’s travel stories, discoveries, adventures and in a small way live vicariously through them all. The more I get to travel the more I am captivated by the lure and treasure of journeys.… Continue reading The Spiritual Practice Of Travel
The Story Place 