Hold Fast

Hold onto the preciousness of this day, squeeze it until dawn breaks, fanning out like silvery wings of a hawk circling overhead, spreading a watercolor morning across misty skies, eggs cracked into creamy melted butter in a hot silvery pan; Hold fast, wind sweeping...

The Frequency of Home

Perfect timing is universally ordained, though once I did not believe it so; perfection was something I could attain with enough effort, enough input, by simply and assiduously being Enough for everyone and for all time; Then the learning began. Years of silence,...

Sniffing Cedar

He’s out in the shop again, the fine clean scent of western cedar wafting through my office window, drawing me out to see what perfect hands are crafting now from raw; The straight-grained lines of red, variegated with a neutral light, white as a crosscut wafer...