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Camera slung across chest I traipse through tall grass along the side of a country road. An old tree standing…

I sit rocking. Mums planted in narrow planters at my feet. Flowers of fall gracing my porch. Feeling the cooler…

I was doomed from birth. I’m not sure I could have been expected to be anything other than a perfectionist.…

Eucharisteo. My word for 2010. Giving thanks. It’s taken a retraining of my mind to slow down, to notice all…

How do you find Whitespace? How do you spend time with God and experience spiritual rest?  This is the topic…