Author Archives: Sally Gerard

The moon shone on the dirt road, illuminating the larger rocks and holes normally hidden in the dark. Running with the moon when it is fairly high as it makes its journey west to set, gives me company in the … Continue reading →

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately and listening to novels when I walk or drive. The combination of reading, along with my classes has been good for my writing. One of my classes this quarter is all about … Continue reading →

Part of my reading today included Matthew. What hit me was verse 34 in Chapter six:”So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today’s trouble is enough for today.” All the verses before that … Continue reading →

February is “acts of kindness” month on my work calendar and February also ushered in the season of Lent. As I’ve read my Lenten devotional each day, and had that calendar up on the wall, I’ve realized that just maybe … Continue reading →

If you rode into my heart you’d find a mess: love and friendship, grief and frustrated longings, faith and hope and half-dreamed dreams. But slow to a walk and let your horse graze there in the clover, and you can … Continue reading →

Indian’s coat is a map of jagged edges, brown and white and marking him as a paint. His bones are thick and he is muscled under a dense winter coat. His head is large and his mane falls over his … Continue reading →

You are the first sip of hot coffee in the morning. You are my colt, Bullet napping in the pasture in the winter’s strong warm afternoon sun. You are my children who’ve found joy and love in their lives and work … Continue reading →

I noticed the wind right away. When I run in the extremely early hours of morning, it is before the sun has even thought about making an appearance on the eastern horizon. Noticing the wind and temperature are important for … Continue reading →

Originally posted on jpburgess:
KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA I don’t remember exactly how old I was when someone first put a needle and thread in my hands, but I remember who it was. Actually it was three people. My Grandma…