“He did not make it to the Willow Tree.” I recently had the loss of a friend. He passed away rather suddenly at age 49, much younger than I, much younger than his teacher, but I am the teacher he rejected. There is more to tell about this Willow Tree, and one who made itContinue reading ““A Warrior sat under the Willow Tree” #2″
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“A Warrior sat under the Willow Tree.” #1
Who will answer the Willow Tree? I have so much in my heart I hope to share. For the past three months I’ve been very involved in remodeling our old house so it can continue its development into a House Church. Much progress has been made, but also much to go. And then there isContinue reading ““A Warrior sat under the Willow Tree.” #1″
The Speed of a Dream
Don’t you wish there was a gas peddle attached to that next big thing you’re reaching towards? Inch by inch life is a cinch, but it sure is slow! Fortunately, we believe in the beauty of slow, here under the Willow Tree. It’s been a while since I did an update on my “Dream toContinue reading “The Speed of a Dream”
Red Pony throws a shoe.
The flat tires of life. Red Pony not well. Grandpa White Feather headed out on faithful horse for a pleasant ride to rent movie. 35 minutes later we arrive at Family Video and all is well, I thought. Red Pony is not one to complain. However, I’m less than half way home when I noticeContinue reading “Red Pony throws a shoe.”
Throw my ashes in a river…
I know you long to keep me, but I’m no longer here. Throw my ashes in a river and watch them disappear. In your heart only may I stay, until all memory fades and no one is left who knows. The River Time flows on; and we all must go. But I wait for youContinue reading “Throw my ashes in a river…”
And so we begin…
“Sitting under the Willow Tree” Why would I write this site thinking someone might enjoy it? Let me count the ways. I’m now almost 64, and a couple years ago I allowed myself to question the status quo of modern church, and actually step out into a simplicity that had always tugged at my heartContinue reading “And so we begin…”
Sitting under the Willow Tree 