Happy Trails

This morning, as I routinely traveled through the yard on my way back from the laundry hut, I noticed a brilliant sparkling coming from my otherwise dull bed of weeds I call a backyard.  It was as if I had found the treasure in a fairytale! At first I almost...

Imperfection, maybe…

A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the...