Adirondack chairs always come in twos. And yet mine sits solitary in the sun near the wet grass always resting in her deep longing for a mate like a turtle dove must when she’s alone. Birds walk the tight rope of her back and her broad arms are faithful to carry coffee mugs, journals andContinue reading “One Adirondack Chair”
Monthly Archives: May 2015
A Boy’s Prayer
Put your breath in my lungs and your words in my mouth. May my hands be your tools and your love fill the earth.
Abide
Maybe it’s not so much about escaping the noise of life for the hush of the woods to discover a place for my soul to listen, but about leaning in close to the open spaces that faithfully abide between each breath.
