When change comes a new path into the future opens for us.c e hollis I watched the leaf float by on the river’s brown surface and though it was still yellow and bright from its summer's visit on a tree I knew it would drift until it caught somewhere and then slowly sink. I watched... Continue Reading →

God speaks to us in the sky––the sunlit blue, the dark storm, summer, winter, night, and noon. His hand is there and His voice.c e hollis On a summer day the sky is blue––cumbered with billowy white clouds that move in a continual dance across the expanse. Birds wing their way across the sky and... Continue Reading →

Memories are for the soul. They free it to soar through time.C e hollis When I was a child in Michigan my dad owned a tree farm. On the north end he planted stands of hardwoods and on the south end Christmas trees. We helped with the planting sitting on a planter behind a tractor... Continue Reading →