Notes from Vanaprastha:
Reflections on Faith, Nature, and Writing
We are all part of one big life story
A story has to have a central narrative and a moral or a point. A plant’s life story Despite this morning’s chill, one brave little Virginia Bluebell lifted its head, craving the warmth of the sun. Spring has arrived early here at Vanaprastha. Daffodils, vinca, and...
So, I can clearly not choose the wine…
We would clearly not choose the snow that dusted the trees and shrubs here at Vanaprastha yesterday. That got me thinking about what we can and cannot choose. And the famous “choose” scene in the Princess Bride, about which I’ve written previously. Westley,...
To reach out to others, reach for the light within
My husband and I had planned to reach out to the young man. A year and a half ago, he seemed to be doing well, joining the Road Committee in our small neighborhood association, blowing leaves out of ditches on his mother’s property and others’, attending...
Musing on some things I never assume
We never assume what the view might be moment to moment outside our windows here at Vanaprastha. Yesterday morning, we woke to fog, which lifted before we headed to church. But driving down the mountain road into the valley was another story. Rising above it again...
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come. This grace that brought me safe thus far and grace will lead me home. Many dangers My name is Wally. I’m a Subaru Forester Wilderness that Keith and Carole purchased in early December. Maybe you remember...
Access granted, access denied, access granted
When a person or pet dies or we no longer have access to their physical presence, their stories remain in our memories. The prompt “access” brought back memories from four years ago and from last year. Access granted “Good girl, Freya, good girl,” I said as she...
Meet Carole
