As I close my eyes and sit here under this tall oak, I wonder what it has seen in its years and years of living. Imagine all of the stories a tree could tell us about 100 years. I am sure you can tell many stories of the 30 years or 10 years or 75 years you have lived, and they would all be very intriguing, but none like this tree. Planted in the same spot, growing from a young seed. Imagine the...

I was scared the other day. And I don't get that way very often. If you know me, you know I'm never scared and if I am I don't show it, and I don't admit it. I'm usually good with understanding my feelings, saying them when they need to be said, but I couldn't find words to say to them. Ones that would make sense and sound right, so I didn't say anything at all. And maybe that was because I didn't...

The world has to be something so much more than what we see with our own eyes. And where does love come from, some say it’s the only thing that keeps us alive. Love and hope, maybe the hope for love or the love for the hope. Who knows? If love is the only thing that keeps us alive, what do we love with? Is it really our hearts? How can something that pump hate through our veins also push love?...