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UNGUARDED

                “Ada had to admit that, at least now and then, just saying what your heart felt, straight and simple and unguarded, could be more useful than four thousand lines of John Keats.  She had never been able to do it in her whole life, but she thought she would like to learn how.”—Charles Frazier, […]

THE HERON

          “Ada wondered that herons could tolerate each other close enough to breed.  She had seen a scant number in her life, and those so lonesome as to make the heart sting on their behalf.  Everywhere they were seemed far from home.”—Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain           He read the quote aloud, and when he finished, […]

RIVER VIEW

      “The creek’s turnings marked how all that moves must shape itself to the maze of actual landscape, no matter what its preference might be.”—Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain                 It was a place where he went to think, where the river spread and shallowed on red sand stones of an ancient sea then fell in […]

FROM THE WOODS

        “He wrote in the fall, and his words fell to page like leaves in winds of wondering.  He wrote in hues of golden hopes, scarlet sorrows, and a life of shades between.  When the rains of winter came, the shades between were the first to fade, become broken down and made no more; and […]

AUTUMN DIFFERENCE

          “…Autumn was different.  It was the season she remembered, when life of the past shone in different ways, in colors hidden by the green of summers lived, illuminating the richness and a difference always present beneath the summer colors viewed.  You didn’t see it in the summer, but it shone when the green gave […]

QUIET DREAMER

“Stay steadfast and patient.  You are moving towards your vision even if you can’t see it yet.  All is working in your favor.  Everything is slowly but surely coming together.  All is well.”—Lukas Notes, September 15, 2020                 “Don’t spend too much time explaining yourself,” spoke the old man to the young.  “If people can’t […]

RECOGNIZED

“‘To be loved is to be looked at in such a manner that the reality of cognition is disclosed.’ A Christian who doesn’t merely see but looks at another communicates to that person that he is being recognized as a human being in an impersonal world of objects, as someone and not something.”—Brennan Manning, “The […]