Many among us face challenges. Compassionate hearts see those who struggle and remember them in quiet prayer.
I do hospice work. In the silence of one early morning, I reflected upon the pains of those around me.
I was touched by words that stirred my soul and left me in tears. My thoughts centered on care givers who are the "Load Lifters" of the terminally ill. As you read and ponder this work, join me in a sacred prayer.
I love to listen to my heart. I am seldom without pen and paper as ideas are fragile and must be captured so quickly. Weekly hikes in the wilderness with my camera bring solitude that speaks to my soul and photographic images that enhance the impact of my prose.