It is thought, not act—that is our undoing.

Some photos take your breath away. And some, will steal your heart.

Winter touches us in ways that hands never could.

“The frost is heaven’s first applause.”

If love is the current, then let prayer be the tide — carrying us home to each other and to Him.

Upon the shores of Biltwurt, Entwhistle in Eastern Wysterica was found a tiny blue gem.

In dream, a cuckoo keeps time; the sea is an audience; music makes a maelstrom.

How do I make the voices stop?

Wading into a bit of philosophy with this one.