It’s 6:30 in the morning and I’m listening to my dark house.

It doesn’t take much to make a secret place. 

This is the shot I hoped for.

It seems unlikely we’ll find it.

The gathering is just breaking up when I arrive.

I have weighed myself down today.

I’m in the woods, once again looking for God.

It’s time to get the wood ready.

Is my writing steady here?

I am struck by the timing of this moment.

Isaiah pointed these out to me today.

Oh sure.  It looks peaceful now.