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        I saw a rainbow cloud this morning.  I always think it is an angel, prism stripe across high cirrus wisp across from morning sun.  It shone above, turning and angling, it seemed, as I went about my way.  Focusing on work task and losing sight, I looked high again; and it was gone.     […]

        Two hours in, finally, we are still.  We sit and listen as a breeze blows soft through dry oak leaves around, whispered hush on moving wind.         “What’s that?” my son asks, mesmerized and searching.         “That’s the sound of the wind through the woods,” I answer, smiling and […]

        I watch my son rake leaves.  He sings as he goes oblivious to me on patio.  He takes, kicks a ball, rakes more and keeps in song.  He drinks a Coke his grandfather gave him, happy too for the treat.  He walks back to the house, sees me in my chair.         “Oh hi!” […]

        Picture couldn’t capture all—details of the sky: amber  underbellies of undulant clouds, violet in their folds and space between, slow shift and rearranging, living canvas that was God’s; one which from beginning man has always witnessed but failed to notice now as often as before.  The beauty was always there, on days and eves […]

               There is a freedom that comes in recognition and admission that nearly all one’s ever made or written is a fiction.  With embracement of the fact, gone is burden and bound of happened truth.                 Free is possibility.  A story is not fixed from beginning but is free to be and shape into whatever […]