It is a Saturday morning as I sit here putting together this post, and all these mountain photos are inspiring me to go outside for a hike this afternoon. 608 more words
We’re back in Metamora for the 2017 Stable Tour; it’s our third consecutive year attending. We don’t own horses, don’t know the difference between Western and English or Dressage, the only kind of horse I can identify is a Clydesdale, thanks to the Budweiser commercials that mesmerized me as a child. 1,397 more words
Oftentimes, my days lack interest. Since I live in a small town on the Iron Range, there isn’t much to do or see. My routine has become sad and unpromising: I wake up to the beautiful rays of sun peeking through my curtains and I tell myself that I will be productive today, until I realize that there is not much for me to do or to go around here, and eventually just end up getting lost on the internet for many hours and get nothing accomplished. 1,128 more words
Its an awful long way down.
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. 26 more words