Twenty Twenty

In the silence I feel a pull recently to converse with the creator of time, pleading to alter course for the fate of my children’s future lies in tenuous balance now. Currently, things are just – bizarre.   Some of us, perhaps more than “they” speculate, wait here in this holding pattern, breathes held, tongues swollen…

Anxiety with Purpose

I set out this morning for an early drive through the hill country. Coffee, music, time with the sunrise, God, and organizing plans for the day; this time helps me keep a sense of autonomy, if even for an hour, before I become so many other things to so many other people for the rest…