Free Your Spirit
Let me share one of my experiences with you. I was a very good high jumper in school...I fell in love with this sport. Do you know how? It was a quiet afternoon and I was competing with a few hundred others in this event and it was only my 2nd…
Clouds among the Mountain Peaks, by Ronnie GloverThe Weight of Breath
In the high, thin air of the world, silence is not merely an absence of sound; it is a physical presence. It presses against the eardrums, a heavy, velvet weight that demands a different kind of listening. We spend our lives in the lowlands,…
The Weight of Still Water
The ice does not hurry. It waits for the sun to decide its shape, a slow surrender that takes centuries to complete. We look at the water and see a mirror, but the water sees only the sky, indifferent to the mountains that lean over it. There…