It seems unlikely we’ll find it.

The gathering is just breaking up when I arrive.

I have weighed myself down today.

I’m in the woods, once again looking for God.

It’s time to get the wood ready.

Is my writing steady here?

I am struck by the timing of this moment.

Isaiah pointed these out to me today.

Oh sure.  It looks peaceful now.

We need to see what we can't see.

I saw this hawk flare before landing on my neighbor’s pine. 

Combining seemingly unrelated things is my jam.