brokenness – how faint a whisper

to be a refugee

61 days ago I came out of six weeks in the mountains in Wyoming. Yesterday, I went back to the mountains. This time to the Adirondacks – my home mountains in many ways. It was a whirlwind trip – eleven hours of driving to hike for ten, an 18 mile slog up and down AllenContinue reading “to be a refugee”