every bitter thing is sweet

Sunday Post: Note Left in the Woods What I found here I leave here, perhaps for another to find.

Sunday Post: Begin It is only in the moment that you step from the path that you will begin to see it.

Sunday Post: Five Mistakes I Can Live With 1. I trusted. 2. I believed. 3. I hoped. 4. I dreamed. 5. I dared.

Sunday Post: For the Me Who Reads This at Home, Still Tucked in My Warm Bed How can you believe a thing fully and your belief not become action?

Sunday Post: Today is a Prayer My first words upon rising in the morning were “To you who conceal the thing that I seek” and my last word when I lay my head on the pillow tonight will be “Amen”.

Sunday Post: Indicator The cost of a thing is an unreliable indicator of its actual value.

Sunday Post: Dear Reader You may feel these words were written to save someone. They were. Me.

Sunday Post: We Fall Each night, we fall into sleep and each morning, we must climb out of it.

Update.

I’M NOT THE RIVER

I’m not the river that powerful presence. And I’m not the black oak tree which is patience personified. And I’m not redbird who is a brief life heartily enjoyed. Nor am I mud nor rock nor sand which is holding everything together. No, I am none of these meaningful things. Not yet.

Mary Oliver

Sunday Post: Good News, Bad News Your problems are mostly temporary. So are the solutions.

Hope.

From a recent walk.

Update.

From a recent walk.

From a recent walk.

From a recent walk.