by Carole Duff | May 13, 2024 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“Years ago, I could not have imagined a someday like this,” I said to Keith. We were sitting at an outside table on the terrace at the Byers Street Bistro. Later, we would read at the SWAG (Staunton, Waynesboro, Augusta Group) open mic located at SolArt Center...
by Carole Duff | Apr 29, 2024 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
On Friday morning, as I stepped outside with Mac dog into the “almost” at Vanaprastha—almost another day—I heard two barred owls’ spectacular, loud, emphatic calls in the dark before dawn. Ok-ok-ok-ok ok-ok-buhooh, variations of the mnemonic “who cooks for you.” The...
by Carole Duff | Apr 15, 2024 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
The occupational therapist handed me the instruction sheet and said, “Limit splint removal to hygiene and flute.” Limit, to restrict, the point beyond which something does not or may not extend, a restriction. Not words I like to hear or heed. But this time, it was...
by Carole Duff | Apr 8, 2024 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Walking outside around our mountain house this week, I think about God’s plan to complicate His creation with exquisite complexity. Redbud blossoms, Fothergilla blooms, purple asters and violets. The natural world presents an amazing array of intricacy, including...
by Carole Duff | Mar 25, 2024 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
They heaped blame upon His head. “Crucify him,” the crowd screamed. And so, He became the scapegoat; Jesus took the blame for us. But just days before the crowd outside Jerusalem had spread cloaks and branches on the road and shouted, “Hosanna!” Why the sudden shift?...
by Carole Duff | Mar 18, 2024 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“We can just make it if you hurry,” her husband shouts over the roar of two skiffs’ engines, hers and his. Their boats are heavy with salmon pulled from the Gulf of Alaska, and they must deliver their catch to the tender on time. That means, instead of going around...
