The Abiding Presence

For several years I have been recording spiritual guidance that comes to me in the early hours of the morning before dawn.  This process has been unfolding in fits and starts, often coming through with great clarity and at other times appearing rough and disjointed, but I have found peace and balance during those times of connection and communication. (..)

The Great Holiday Adventure (Part Six)

A large part of me wished I were up on the rock-strewn ridge top communing with the moon and stars on a cold desert night.  Perhaps I might have heard the scream of the mountain lion reported to be in the area.  The rest of me was quite content to sleep within a warm embrace, alternately dreaming of by-gone days and waking to wonder w(..)

The Great Holiday Adventure (Part Five)

Waking early on a cold, gray morning isn't necessarily the most exciting thing in the world unless you have the pleasure of serving your husband a cup of coffee in bed and then sitting surrounded by soft pillows and warm blankets and talking about the day to come.  While I packed our belongings, stripped the bed and spruced up the motel r(..)

The Great Holiday Adventure (Part Four)

Waking to a hard wind day open to exploration, we decided not to stay another night at the Oak Tree Inn.  We packed up and headed into town to the Bread and Breakfast Bakery.  The place was still packed with cowboy coffee drinkers and families finishing up pancakes and waffles.  We ordered at the counter:  an egg, sausage, (..)

The Great Holiday Adventure (Part Two)

There is nothing on a road trip to compare to long, uninterrupted hours of sleep, especially in a strange bed in a motel room.  But WC and I woke full of anticipation to investigate where the search for the best enchiladas would take us.  Because I had brought snack food from home we decided to indulge in spice coffee cake with tea an(..)

The Great Holiday Adventure (Part Three)

WC and I considered the act of finding huevos rancheros for breakfast but decided instead to partake of the simple, but adequate continental cuisine offered at the Gage Hotel before we pulled out again onto the winding ribbon of asphalt.  Before turning south toward the Big Bend region we stopped at a highway intersection to fill the tru(..)

The Great Holiday Adventure (Part One)

Yep, more traveling.  We left Llano at dawn and drove through the lower
hill country.  Simply gorgeous terrain with the mix of fall and early winter colors, cattle grazing, sheep and goats dotting pastures, hunters in camo-clothing walking fence lines.  We arrived in Del Rio about noon with plans to cross over to Acuna, Me(..)