. “A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul.” [Franz Kafka] . “People grow old only by deserting their ideals,” Macarthur had written. “Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; asContinue reading “Ice”


Frozen Light

. “I am the light of the world.” . [John 8:12] . . How exquisite your love, O God! … You’re a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to light. . [Psalm 36:7,9 – The Message] . . Blanshard Peak – 5,085 ft – part of the Golden Ears mountains of the Garibaldi RangeContinue reading “Frozen Light”

Icy Layers and Scene Building

. Chimney smoke swirled through trees dancing in the wind. Snow was coming. Its progress was evident as a white curtain making its way across the lake towards our tiny cabin. The men – husband, son and grandson – were somewhere in the woods, miles away, hunting for moose and deer, while I crammed firewoodContinue reading “Icy Layers and Scene Building”