No more did he listen to the rush and roar of the thunderstorm. For with the touch of clinging hands and the throbbing bosom he grew conscious of an inward storm—the tingling of new chords of thought, strange music of unheard, joyous bells, sad dreams dawning to wakeful delight, dissolving doubt, resurging hope, force, fire,…
Coffee Percs
He dried his hands on his apron and picked up the coffee pot. Without speaking, he filled a thick white mug with coffee and put it on the table. The kitchen smelled of woodsmoke, steam, and the fresh coffee.” –Louis L’Amour (Guns of the Timberlands)…
Echoes From the Campfire
While it’s true we don’t often get to choose our battles, we can certainly decide how we’re going to fight them.” –Andrew Weston (Trouble on the Smoky Hill Trail) “For you equipped me with strength for the battle; you made those who rise…
Echoes From the Campfire
Concern yourself not with the consequences, just remember that if you fail to stand for what is right, there will be worse consequences suffered by not only yourself, but many others. A man cannot go to his grave with anything so significant on his conscience. You will one day stand before God.” …