Rocky was out for a while, exploring both the front and back yard. The dry crab apples from fall had wilted and been crushed beneath the winter snow. Now his interest had shifted to fallen twigs scattered by strong winter winds and to the lingering scents of nocturnal animals—as if he were the keeper ofContinueContinue reading “The Day Rocky Wandered”
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The Vortex I Didn’t Expect
I went to Sedona looking for something I wasn’t sure I believed in. For years, I had read about its vortexes, places said to hold concentrated spiritual and metaphysical energy. When work brought me to Phoenix, I extended the trip, following a quiet pull that felt older than logic. Sedona is overwhelming in the gentlestContinueContinue reading “The Vortex I Didn’t Expect”
Footprints in the Snow: Walking the Mortal World
On a peaceful evening walk through the neighborhood, the soft blanket of snow created a serene, quiet atmosphere. The world seemed still, as if time itself had slowed down. As I strolled along, taking in the crisp air and the beauty around me, a herd of white-tailed deer appeared in the distance. It was aContinueContinue reading “Footprints in the Snow: Walking the Mortal World”
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