Where Are You Going?
Where are you going, my child? On what horizon have you set your eyes? What hopes, what dreams do you see there? What drives you so far? Light from a distant place draws you, creating a yearning in your soul…
Cathay
My Guest Post on Pages and Paws
GUEST POST: The ‘Gentle Journey’ Continues With Author Cathay O. Reta
Joy Comes in the Morning
I love the encouragement that comes from the Lord, smiling at us like a proud father. ———- Joy comes in the morning. You have heard it said many times. Joy comes in the morning, in the daylight, when the sun…
I Say Yes!
How often do we get caught up in the negative? How often does NO seem to hold us back from what is truly our heart’s desire, our goal, our purpose? It doesn’t have to. Here’s a better word. ———– Yes!…
Journey With Me
Come and journey with me for I know the road ahead. I know the detours, the bumps, the resting places and the valleys. I know the places that will make you laugh, the places that will cause you sorrow. Now…
Man of La Mancha Inspiration
Last week I shared an observation from the musical Man of La Mancha. Today I continue with another one. In the musical Don Quixote arrives at an Inn – which he thinks is a castle. There he meets Aldonza, a…
Too Much Sanity
Many years ago a line spoken by Don Quixote in the musical Man of La Mancha caught my attention. It filled me with awe. It inspired me. It still does. It makes me pause to consider such a powerful statement. Quixote…
Following Your Heart, an Interview
Hello y’all, I was interviewed about my book, Keep Walking, Your Heart Will Catch Up, for a podcast. Here’s the link:
Behind the Writing Curtain
Words. Words sometimes fall like leaves falling from a tree. Slowly and steadily, a gentle breeze nudges them loose from a branch. I collect them and save them. Sometimes they back up and begin to fall over one another like…
My Love Letter to Time: If I could hold you in my hands . . .
Dear Time, If I could hold you in my hands I would do so gently. I would caress the curves in which you weave time and space and story and lives. I would trace my finger over each curve, thankful…