The beach called me early this morning. I wanted to start my day walking by the water -- always a place of renewal. Does that draw come from the nurture experienced when we were floating in our mother’s womb? Is it from the release that’s felt with baptism or the desire to sail across the … Continue reading Places in My Path: Coquina Beach
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Places in our Path
I saw the old church up in a field of broomsedge—or broom straw as we called it when I was a girl. I wanted to go inside, explore the abandoned building that once had been so alive-- maybe a hundred years ago. When I walked to the edge of the property, there was a fence … Continue reading Places in our Path
Connie Rosser Riddle 