Ripple Rock
March 16, 2018This is where my mind wanders, Behind this desk, bathed in soft Monitor light. This is where I levitate, oscillate, and glide
This is where my mind wanders, Behind this desk, bathed in soft Monitor light. This is where I levitate, oscillate, and glide
I was in the sheep business for years. Sold off my sheep and got into the cattle business and now I have friends. The cattlemen talk to me. I suppose what finally drove me […]
[…] of essays, Roger Olson, professor of theology at Baylor University, writes: “One can hardly do justice to the subject of religious authority in a brief reflection essay” (180). Indeed. And while eleven brief reflection […]
In winters it soothed me, the wind blistering peals through naked willows in the dark outside my bedroom window, while warm and bound I marked lost spirits sounding in the cold.
[…] I always remember winter having a stronger hold on the mountain than summer the pale white of snow fading into the white of cloud and mist, the entire world losing itself in the void
There are many myths mistaking the domestication of Hydrangeas, not least: the degree to which color can be manipulated or controlled. White Hydrangeas never can be pink, red can’t bloom in southern soils.
When the Mormons asked sculptor Cyrus Dallin for a statue of their Angel Moroni to top the Salt Lake Temple, initially he refused by saying he didn’t believe in angels.
My grandson, ten, hates the rain, as he does this Sunday morning when dark clouds bring the sky down.
The intensive care unit had never seen such a hostess How was the show? And what did they serve? We brought her primary stew A fresh fruit bouquet
[…] against this clarity of Sierra Nevada sky. We’re not in Nevada but west, near Yosemite, east of the Sierra Madres at Shaver Lake where this tree has blown into the gnomon of a dial […]