Seven Winds… They Blow Across Our Lives…

Seven Winds… They Blow Across Our Lives…

Seven winds are blowing… yours may be a gentle breeze or a tempest strong, but like our lives, the air is never still. Dead calm is for the dead. For all of us life is made up of cyclones of emotion, of experience, of our “being” blending with the “being” of those we...
You’ll Be OK

You’ll Be OK

Sometimes that’s enough.  We need to know that we’ll be OK.  Down in our hearts we want to believe it.  When the bills are piling up, and the wolves are at the door, we need a voice of encouragement to tell us, “You’ll be...