Saturday night was rodeo night here in Montana. At least for those of us visiting from out of state. There is a small arena only a few miles from Mom’s that hosts a rodeo every week, so we decided to join the crowd and see what happens at the rodeo. In order to vicariously participate …
My first day in Montana began earlier than usual for me. Awake by 5 o’clock, I laid in bed until 6:20 when I realized if I got up I could watch the sunrise. I rarely get a chance to do it — partly because I don’t have a good eastern view and mostly because I …
It’s good to be home on my porch soaking up the morning rays. There is no place quite like home, is there? No matter where I wander or where I roam, home is where I want to be at the end of the day. Read: Philippians 4:10-13 Paul expresses well in this scripture the attitude …
It was fall and I was at a five day silent retreat at a monastery in Kentucky. The first day, I took a walk on the thousands of acres owned by the monks. Leaves covered the ground and the crunch beneath my feet reminded me that cooler weather was just around the corner. During my …
Today I travel to Montana to visit my mom, siblings and a few of my nieces and nephews. It is interesting that, after 35 years, I still call Montana “home.” I grew up just a short drive from West Glacier, the gateway to Glacier National Park, pictured above. So what makes a place “home?” It’s …