For generations, the old tree beside the stream has stood as a silent witness to the passing of time. It remembers laughter in the fields, storms that tested its strength, and the stillness that followed. In its voice lies the patience of the earth, the endurance of nature, and the gentle wisdom of all that stays when everything else moves on.
The canoes are stored, the rod is hung, and the voices are gone. Mist creeps across the lake as the old family cabin—built by hand and held close for generations—settles in for another long, quiet winter. Summer is over, but the house remembers. It always does
This Easter, a memory from the Tuscan hills reminds me that even in uncertain times, peace and hope endure. Wishing you a season of light, renewal, and quiet grace.
The Fisherman of Nazare The last of today's sun has cast its warm glow on Nazare, a tiny and inviting whitewashed stucco village covered in red tile roofs and…
Woodland Books “When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘one word at a time’.”– Stephen King I desire to write. To write for more extended periods. To be…
Winter Pond Waiting for SpringAs I plod through the seemingly endless winter, my craving for spring grows more intense each day. The landscape around me is dull and lifeless, even…
The sun slowly emerges through the morning haze and across the Ganges as I trudge along ancient ghats. Thus, a new day begins in timeworn Varanasi, the holiest of cities in India. As I find my way up and down and across endless ghats in near darkness, my other senses are acuter. I am aware of the creaking boatman's oar, the lapping of water against the worn steps, quiet voices murmuring - no, softly repeating mantras. A potpourri of aromas fills my nostrils like a breeze filling stillness. There’s the scent of woodsmoke from the endlessly burning funeral pyres, the ooze of life and death flowing by, and sweat.
Circa 1950. The old man and Cat have looked after one another for years in their dingy, run-down flat, for as long as Cat could remember.They shared a simple but…