• One flew over the crazy nest

    Recently an article flew into my email box and nested there. It shrieked at me, pecked at me and beckoned to me to take notice of the eagle and the crow. The story is about rising above negativity. My Sweet Al and I watch a certain amount of news every day. We shake our heads and can’t believe all the crazies flying around. The loud cawing is deafening and we can’t help but give it our attention. It’s like a biting crow on the back of an eagle. We’ve allowed negativity to pounce on us and doubt …

  • Roads in our hearts

    On Monday mornings, I bring a five-minute spiritual challenge to the writers in our Wolf Creek Christian Writers’ Network. This prompt is designed to motivate and inspire. I challenge them to value their voice and their sacred story, the story the Lord has given them and only they can write. Their voices are important and need to be heard. But, some are stuck. Only they know what holds them back, fear of exposure or fear of not being good enough. I am familiar with some of their excuses — no tim…

  • The way of a man in love

    My Sweet Al and I received a phone call from our grandson. He was thinking about his granddad and me. After we hung up, Al said, “Did he just call to talk?” “Yes, but it was more. He talked about his new bride with tenderness and respect. He’s a young man in love. He wants to make a trip home to Pagosa for us to meet his bride.” The marriage was a surprise to all of us. A year ago on Christmas morning, he called to tell us he got married in Las Vegas. An “Oh, no,” shot through my gut. What has h…

  • A focal point in our lives

    I always loved this painting, which I painted in 2000. Each color was selected to enhance the other, with a reason and purpose behind the actual subject. Even though it’s been twenty-five years since I painted this, I still remember how I felt when I loaded the brush with beautiful colors and applied them to the black board. This painting reminds me of how it must have been when the Master Creator spoke form, color, and light into the black and void space. He threw a ball into the air and call…

  • Edith Graham: Finishing Strong

    As days of life gain on us, our strength wanes, our minds forget and I wonder what I will leave behind for others. Hopefully, my good words will rest upon the hearts of my children and a good word will find its way upon my children’s lips to enrich generations to come. The life of another person will enrich us — a true enrichment gained by having touched that person’s life. How can they do that? It’s their attitude that marks who they are and what they have done. Their walk points to the way to …

  • The wait and changing of lifestyle

    “Remind me again why we had kids.” I paced the floor, waiting for one of our teenagers to come home after curfew. I waited in the hospital for our other child whose life was held in the balance. Life is a waiting game at best, and changes will surely come. For years, our family was spread from one coast to the other, from California, New Mexico, Virginia, to the Philippines. My Sweet Al and I waited and sat still in Pagosa Springs knowing our family needed roots and one day would need a home to …