“The clouds are the dust of his feet.” He treads the high places and watches over his creation. He sees every car that motors down the road and all the passengers within it. He knows their destination and every relationship they will form. He knows their ideas before they conceive them, even ...Continue Reading

I have always been fascinated by the play of light in the forest. The sun spotlights or dapples my pathway and the woods that border it. The light changes as the sun moves across the sky. Sometimes I catch the disc spider webs lit up by the angle of the morning sun. Other times, a beam of light will ...Continue Reading