The Certainty of Change I am a creature of habit.   I like my routines with the set quality of certainty sketched into a daily schedule.    Such habits create a bit of order against the backdrop of a day that has yet to unfold—a little like the comfort of buoys...

Turning Inward at Autumn

While stacking firewood, I stopped to rest and admire the leaves on the trees just beginning to turn yellow, orange, and red. A breeze rattled the dry leaves adding a slight nip to the air. The trees naturally transition from season to season—dropping leaves to save...