
Our question this month is, “Where am I going?” Last week we looked at the ultimate question – where are we going at death? This week, we shift our focus
Our question this month is, “Where am I going?” Last week we looked at the ultimate question – where are we going at death? This week, we shift our focus
Every year we see the seasons come and pass. Their progression is a metaphor for our own journeys – seasons of joy, of pain, of planting and harvest, living and
The way a crowshook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. Dust of Snow,