Glory be to God-The Retreat Version

Glory be to God for susurrous* memory, the quiet whispers of bonny beach walks sailing over azure skies born of a windy world. Efflorescence hurls worlds of wondrous words, a witness born of  plentiful peace, sprung from  a place of singing. Worshipful worlds of...

Rushing Wind, Blow Through this Temple

The ‘shuff, shuff, scritch’ of my sneakers against the damp leaves interrupts the sound of quiet on this woodsy walk.  A flicker’s cry breaks in high above while I step over the dank patterned tree life at my feet. The path before me is almost...