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"We grow up by refusing to grow up." ~Mark Bloom Another birthday has quietly arrived. Another trip around the sun. As I sit here this morni

“Making your mind a place of peace is achieved by your own will…” ~Dr. Wayne Dyer Sunday morning has arrived. The coffee is extraordinarily

"There is an Indian proverb that says that everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional, and a spiritual. Most of

"Appreciate everything you encounter along your path... Indeed, success—even life itself—is nothing more than moments to enjoy, one at a tim

Epilogue Fifty Winters Later The old Halvorsen cabin stood quietly upon its hill overlooking the frozen lake. Fifty winters had come and gon

Chapter Three The Halvorsen Cabin The snow had become steadier by the time Owen and Cole climbed the last rise. Neither spoke. The wind had

Chapter Two Blue Twilight The tracks continued into the deepening woods. Neither Owen nor Cole spoke for several minutes after the fox disap

Some paths are worth following, even when you don’t know where they’re going. Chapter One The Tracks Snow whispered beneath their skis. It w

"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action... Keep the channel open." ~Marth

"The forest teaches us many things, but perhaps the greatest lesson is this: no living thing survives alone." The morning had begun with eve

"There is no greater gift we can offer the world than becoming a place where another being feels safe." This morning dawned beneath a veil o

"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it." ~Norman Maclean This morning, another July day begins beneath a sky al

"In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks." ~John Muir Another July morning begins. The forecast promises yet another d

"The miracle is not to walk on water. The miracle is to walk on the green earth in the present moment." ~Thich Nhat Hanh This morning I find

"Poems come not so much from ideas as from moments that insist on being remembered." Thursday afternoons were always quieter at Bean & Birch

A dear friend of mine is a gifted writer. I find her work to be both magical and intuitive. Graciously she has agree to allow me to share

"The earth laughs in flowers." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson This morning I have been awake since well before dawn. The wee cottage was wrapped in th

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