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There’s magic in a child’s laughter, in a grandparent’s caress, in the wonder of a mountain meadow and a quiet wood, and in a sunset over the Pacific. That magic won’t put food on your table or make every problem disappear. But it can give you a chance to refresh and regroup.

Try Pentimento focuses on the magic that’s all around us: in nature, in friends, and even in people we might otherwise label them. To find that magic, we have to peel back the layers of expectations that others have for us, that we have for them, and even some that we have for ourselves. We create our boundaries, and we can recreate them when we’re willing to laugh at ourselves and cry with others and when we celebrate our differences as a reason to be connected. We hope you find our weekly vignettes interesting and entertaining and that they spark meaningful conversations about honoring every person’s place in this world.

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Recent Vignettes

What are Your Favorite Sounds?

I love the sound of birds singing, especially early in the morning. And then there’s the sound of an approaching storm when the birds pause their song, and the breeze picks up—slowly at first and then building as the sound of thunder cracks a dark sky. I also love the sound of a gentle breeze in a mountain meadow that jostles spring flowers. And there’s the sound of water either trickling through a mountain meadow or splashing its way through rocks that were strewn down a mountain ravine. But...

What Makes Something Right or Wrong?

Recently my wife and I decided to rattle snake proof our desert courtyard. Five years earlier we had placed rot iron fencing on two sides of that area as a means of staying visually connected with our desert landscape. But that rot iron fencing had its downside. It offered easy entry to many desert critters—including rattlesnakes on four separate occasions. The fourth time, when a 2 ½ foot rattler curled up within a foot of our patio door, was the last straw. So, it seemed only right that we ...

Are Bridges Meant for Burning?

Last summer as I was about to walk with family near New Mexico’s Organ Mountains, I noticed two young men leaving the parking lot headed toward the same path we had chosen to walk. Although I hadn’t expected to have the path to myself, I was more than a little put-off to see that one of our fellow hikers was carrying a rifle. What was more disheartening was that he appeared to ignore the totally obvious “No Firearms” sign posted at the trailhead. As they moved quickly ahead of us, our pleasan...