Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        There is a bald eagle that keeps watch over our pastures.  This time of year, it is always there—watching, observing, waiting.         To one who rarely sees, they appear majestic, powerful, regal.  The longer you are around them—you learn.         Eagles are lazy.  They are scavengers and opportunists and even with […]

               He read the morning’s passage and thought of a mother’s love: all she does and gives in times and eras of aridity: tired, stressed, worn, sad, doubting; and still she loves—giving, sacrificing, unknowing if child sees, knows, cares, or understands the completeness of her love when not lived as smile and worn gaiety.                 […]