One man, one kayak and paddle,

Cutting through the early morning stillness,

With each pull, inches turn into feet as windows open,

Fresh, clean, vibrant air forces its way into your nostrils,

The smells of autumn permeate,

Crisp, lifeless leaves fallen suddenly from their place of origin,

A bonfire with smoke swirling to the heavens,

The smell of s’mores lingers,

Tiny scents off summer are now replaced with approaching decay,

Yet the beauty of this season is most glorious,

A majestic array of God’s colorful palette, dabbled across the landscape,

A sea of geese flies overhead in pursuit of warmer winds and peaceful valleys,

We look at autumn and see the ending of things, but

Really it is just the start.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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