Running to Stand Still

Sun shining. Breeze blowing. Lungs burning and gasping for air. Feet running and stumbling. Bandana flying. Sweat pouring. Happy tears flowing. Music surrounding me. The woods acting as a cathedral. Spirits soaring. Deer appearing and representing innocence and gentleness. Mud… Read More ›

Kentucky Rain

There’s something about curling up with a hot cup of a green tea on a rainy fall afternoon that makes me feel all the better, even on another sick day.  Let it rain . . .