Pure. Joy.

Mid morning Tuesday November 29, 2022. Warm, but cold. Protected. The loud woodpecker, shrieking and cackling with all his might, flew overtop the eastern ridge, claiming the whole of the territory for himself and his family. No predators would be welcome where he reigns. Something cold still falls through the air on the hollow, but

Fiery and humble

9 a.m. Sunday November 27, 2022. 48F/9C. Cool. The hollow is not hot, nor is it cold. The loud jet plane is somewhere behind the clouds overhead. The loud jet plane comes through whenever they are creating winds to drag the clouds off to their destructive destination. May our God, king of the universe, protect

Oh to change lives

1:30 p.m. Saturday November 26, 2022. 47F/8C. Voice. All voices of the forest quiet while the jet planes roar overhead. Once they move on, the squawking and cawing and laughter continues. A few leaves and a few nuts cling to the treetops. The shiny white bloom of the sweet everlasting weed remains at the top

Repent for the kingdom of heaven is near

10:30 a.m. Friday November 25, 2022. 54F/12C. I decree and declare in the name of Yeshua that all illegally stolen seats of government world wide are brought down. I decree and declare in the name of Yeshua that God-given rights are restored to the people. This I declare in the name of the king, Yeshua

Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand

2:45 p.m. Thursday November 24, 2022. 52F/11C. Spring. The cabin spiders mistook a warm spell for spring. They awoke from their winter naps, pale and weak, and strode slowly across the wooden floor. They were executed within moments of being caught. The cabin door opens with a creaking sound. Two feral cats flee from the