Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

Thanksgiving sunrise (above) and sunset (below). And the Manzano range after a front came through.  I never really thought to give thanks fo...

 Ok, so these days just aren't going just the way that I had planned; there's no way that I'll be knowing what may be the next a...

Belle The Wolf and Henry are playing with Bella, who was found in 2013, broken-backed, in a flooded ditch. Her spinal cord wasn't severe...

I love the interplay of light and shadow. It's been a rough week (internal bleeding stopped for a bit, and it's back, with fever) bu...

Yes, Heaven is real. I've been there, through the lens of death become birth. First some pictures, then the poem.   How can I relate to ...

 I guess God is in the editing business, too. The sonnet below describes my body trying to bleed out on October 19. It's couched in lite...

I am going to have fun this week. If you can't laugh at cancer, why even have it? I really can't be clearer in what I'm telling ...