The other day I was cleaning our patio, which lead me to rearrange the table and chairs. We had Judson’s windchime hanging from a nail off a short awning, along with a couple little birdhouses. After making some adjustments, the windchime was no longer centered over the patio table the way I prefer it. But I realized if I switched the windchime and one of the birdhouses to opposite nails, everything would be aligned perfectly.

As I was rehanging the chime with my left hand, I suddenly jumped and screamed…

For several days now, I’ve felt as though I’ve been on the verge of a torrential tear-fall; as if dark ominous clouds have been looming, foreshadowing a downpour. I’ve encountered and engaged circumstances that could collectively add to the possibility of a groundswell, but none of them seem to…

There is a lot of suffering in this world.

I didn’t really see the suffering much before Jud died. Maybe it’s because blinders from the “good life” kept me from noticing it. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t relate to the deep pain around me as much as I do now. Maybe it’s because…