Once upon a time , there lived a woman whose heart grew quieter with each passing year.  Her voice, once loud and confident, became softer and now a little wiser.  She weakened her quest, and she became more introverted longing to find more of her inner self.  She found rest - the kind that…

...because little hands teach us big things.    . . . because the sound of water is worth listening to.    . . . because walking with nature is stepping into the Master's creation.     I often get a bit wordy and ramble on, so these posts will be a mere whisper of pauses where silence speaks…

The crisp air is finally making its way to our little mountain top.  The temperatures are dipping below freezing and the daytime is still warm enough to feel the rays of sunshine.  Each fall I feel an awakening of renewed strength and I find my way back to that part of me that I lose come each s…

It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.  Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.    - Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gabl…