I raced to the kitchen, knowing what would be waiting for my 10-year-old fingers to eagerly grab. I knew because I could smell real butter, double-sifted flour, and fresh apples melting and blending as grandmother opened the door on the wood-fired stove to remove the perfect pie. It wasn’t the pie that held my attention,… Continue reading Musings About Changes
I soared high, not knowing if I would fall or find freedom. Up, up. Do I long for what was, or grasp the next rail on my skyward struggle? The past? The future? Or view life at eye level, releasing the need to recall or anticipate? Just be, In this moment,… Continue reading Up or Down? Back or Forward? Or Now?