The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

had always been my sanctuary.

As I sat on the porch, I felt a familiar, gentle warmth settle over my shoulders, like a heavy coat placed there by a loving hand.

It was the same quiet presence that had been with me in the dark kitchen, on the cold porch, and by the rushing waters of the creek.

I looked out at the yellow birch leaves resting continue reading …