“The wind cannot keep its music, yet it gives the whole morning a song.” ~Wylddane It is dark outside the wee cottage, and the wind has something on its mind. Whatever it is, it seems determined...

“ May we wander beneath the golden trees and discover that the life we were waiting for is already here .” ~Wylddane ​It is midnight dark outside the wee cottage, although the clock assures me...

“ In the stillness, we begin to see the love that carried us here. ”  ~Wylddane ​It is Wednesday already. I would like to know who is responsible for the speed of these weeks, although I...

“ Whatever season we are living, there is still light for us to receive—and light for us to give .” ~Wylddane It is still dark outside. Why this continues to surprise me is something of a...

For eleven years, the wall had been a wall. Elias knew its cracks, the stain beneath the window, the place where winter damp darkened the plaster into the shape of a country he had never visited. On.....

“Leave a little room in the day for wonder; it often waits just beyond the familiar turn.” ~Wylddane How did it ever get to be Monday already? I am reasonably certain there was a weekend here a...

“On the Namekagon, you don't fight the current; you let the river strip away everything you forgot to leave on the shore.” ~Anonymous It is still dark outside. The wee cottage holds its warmth...