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My Beloved Geordie, September 10, 1963 - November 27, 2024

Nestled at the base of the parent rock are a group of small, smooth young pebbles. Rounded by years of erosion, these pebbles reveal a...

Whether I’m spending time with my mom or Geordie's, I am always drawn to photographing the trees in their gardens and the landscapes they...

Living so closely near water, I find myself drawn into a relationship with the experience of the ocean and the deep, quiet truths we long...

Nobody knows this little Rose – It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee. Only a Bee will miss it –...

Prayer is an invisible world. Normally, when we look at something with our eyes, we see it empirically. We notice its shape, color, and...

"If we could but find a rhythm of being which could balance a contemplative grace, a poetry of motion and an accompanying stillness and...

A blank page in my mind For the spirit to whisper words upon it. The wind pulls Through the trees A lawnmower hums A dull moan For...