Something about faith.

I've been thinking about dreams, and commitment, and faith. About heart and head, yin and yang, art and science. About how paths wander apart and then reconnect in ways that aren't always predictable. Taking that last metaphor forward, today's post is a trail that diverts a little from the path we've been on here recently: … Continue reading Something about faith.

Sorry, the number you’ve dialed has been disconnected.

We rose before dawn, in the dead of winter, when the only light was the moon's reflection on the Nebraska snow. We lived in a small, four-room guesthouse - a generous term, as the "guesthouse" was a two-story garage, the top half converted into living quarters: two bedrooms, each barely big enough for a bed, … Continue reading Sorry, the number you’ve dialed has been disconnected.

Ever green, and orange and black.

Memphis, once known as the hardwood capital of the world, was built on a bluff, the Chickasaw Bluff, along the eastern side of the Mississippi River. The soil on the bluff, according to my limited understanding of it, is an interesting mix of loess (windblown silt), glacial gravel and alluvial deposits, good for filtering water … Continue reading Ever green, and orange and black.