Treehouse Retreat

I stopped by a lake today. Ducks were feasting on a banquet that waited just below the surface. God provided. My heart applauded. ...

Traces of the sunrise linger. Thin branches, silhouetted against a baby blue sky, display an abundance of newly budding leaves. A...

The monotony of morning routines can grow wearisome. My mind tends to go on autopilot when I do not pay attention. This morning I c...

Possibilities emerge. Adventurous notions collide. Understanding hovers within reach. An idea is forming a smile in my psyche. ...

The inlet, that is usually choppy with activity, resembles a mirror. A low bank of clouds are reflected downward forming a pictures...

Paint me a picture. I do not hunger for concisely communicated facts. I do not need more data to collect and correlate. I wan...