where friends gather, breathing slows, and God's presence is real
by Charlie Riger A long winter’s nap is rudely interrupted by the loathsome clang of a cheap brass alarm clock. It’s 4:00 am, and I grope hastily in the darkness to find this menace and silence it for the next 24 hours. It will be a long time before I develop the ability to wake […]
by Cathee Poulsen At 76, let’s face it, I’m dwelling in the late autumn years of life. More honestly, pretty close to winter. We grow old and die in the same way we’ve lived our lives. ~Parker Palmer At the outset, I’d like to say this post isn’t about growing old gracefully. Like Parker Palmer […]
by Cathee Poulsen It’s late afternoon in Georgia as I pick up my pen. Filtered light drifts through the thick canopy of trees and hummingbirds dart back and forth drawing nectar from their feeder. I’ve come to this house countless times over the years. To see these friends from college days when the whole world […]
