Between Homes

Between Homes

As my plane began its descent into Asheville last week,  I found myself leaning toward the window. The Blue Ridge Mountains slowly emerged beneath the clouds, wrapped in their familiar blue haze. Before the wheels ever touched the runway, I already felt at home....
Spring and new beginnings

Spring and new beginnings

Spring and the Quiet Work of Beginning Again   Spring arrives softly here. Not all at once, but in small moments you could easily miss if you are not paying attention. The first green pushing through the soil. Peach branches swelling with the promise of blossoms....