If peeking through the veil of time is possible, then might it also be possible to miss people we haven’t yet met?

Questioning and adjusting automatic thoughts is why I am a Quaker.

White birches stand tall…Catching the first sun

The train whistles and her stomach lurches along with the car.

rainbows have arrived /issuing in opportunities /to the garden of my life

Written, performed, and produced by Don Pardee

The silence…reminds me again to be aware of this moment now.

a community of followers who focused less on the person of Jesus than on his message.

I happened upon two delightful but very different childrens’ books

The degradation of inmates’ dignity escalates tensions in the prison system

“I am challenged beyond my capability to see these people as precious”