All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “Be surprised.”                It was a way, each new day, she chose evermore to live; no longer shaping life to contort of an expectation or in limit and confine to preconditions and perceptions.                 Be surprised.                One never knows what will be until after it is lived.  Why stress and force before it […]

               Morning’s rise, she thought to farm again—of its peace, a serenity that lived in prelude to and sun’s arrive as light-spill through cover of the trees.                 She thought of sunlight upon spring’s daffodils and their yellow shining back.  She thought of birds that nested on the tops of shudders making farm home theirs […]

               “I didn’t try for it to write that way,” he confessed in open tell, “but that’s where and way it went.”                She smiled, unminding and with a lightness of laugh dismissive of any worry.                “Sometimes it happens like that,” she answered.  Sound of further lightness and giggles’ carry followed from her words. […]

               “…we must learn to acknowledge that the creation is full of mystery; we will never entirely understand it.  We must abandon arrogance and stand in awe.  We must recover the sense of the majesty of creation, and the ability to be worshipful in its presence.  For I do not doubt that it is only […]

               “Anytime one crosses a given stretch of country with some frequency, no matter how wanderingly one begins, the tendency is always toward habit.  By the third or fourth trip, without realizing it, one is following a fixed path, going the way one went before.  After that, one may still wander, but only by deliberation, […]