Gerry heads in one direction, exploring a potential hiking path to see if it’s still too muddy for a group.

Meanwhile, I stand in a silent space with a tiny Yorkie in my arms and breathe deep.

Here, there are no distractions.

No sound to break the sweet silence.

No pressure to do anything but be here.

I tuck the moment in the back of my mind wrapped with an intention to return.

Solitude and silence.

I am hungry for more.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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