…we are so caught up in our race through life, we forget where it is we are rushing to, and can’t even remember how we ended up joining the stampede in the first place.

“Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.”

Celebrating National Book Lover’s Day…honoring the stories that shape us, soothe us, and sometimes even shake us up.

It has been one of the greatest gifts in my returning home—this reconnection to the unrelenting honesty and raw beauty of this area.

on the surface, it doesn’t seem nearly as prestigious as running a big-dollar business…

All the things left unsaid and undone, outlined in the darkness by the enshrouding pall of irretrievable time.

From the glittering magnificence in a sunny snow-bound day, to the darkest, stormy night, to know a place like this so well as to contain its qualities within yourself is to understand how sacred is this life.

… there is something about watching the horses run that has a profound effect on me.

That night, in a theatre in Colorado, as a few thousand people joined together in song, so many delineating distinctions fell away…

It behooves us all to take a step back…