Be still, my soul, and steadfast.Earth and heaven both are still watchingthough time is draining from the clockand your walk, that was confident and quick,has become slow.So, be slow if you must, but letthe heart still play its true part.Love still a...

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. Joy Harjo I paid attention to a social media post from a friend this week. She referenced the Joy Harjo poem, Perhaps the World Ends Here. Harjo places the kitchen table at...

My life flows on in endless song;Above earth's lamentation,I hear the sweet, though far-off hymnThat hails a new creationRobert Wadsworth Lowry We are born singing and our song unfolds as we live. We must sing right now. We must think of a n...

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though. J.D. Sali...