The world is such a place; divinity meets blood and breath; realms unseen, but also we tend to the dirt, diapers, wrinkles; the stock in the field, the garden out back. It's more than I could of ever dreamed so I decided to write about it.
Telling tales, fables, and fiction about work, rest, and wonder.
Support for seasonal, local, liturgical living | Agrarian roots of the Church year