No other Gods than these

Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe. Voltaire The pine forest blankets the hill and the trail is no more than a muddy churn of earth, upturned by a small farmers tractor no doubt. Strawberry plants bustle around the patches of sun where a tree has fallen to…

Grieving Part 3

I woke around 4:30am and the sky was already starting to become light. My final days with Dad were often like that – rise early and go for a walk in the fields and forests, walk to Dad’s house and have breakfast with the family. We would sometimes go out together, two of us, while Dad…