“Tears had been slipping through the cracks every five or six steps on the trail, and now the latch had burst—hidden cries from the man, buried cries from the son, and honest cries from the little boy all poured from… — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“Life experiences create the bedrock of the individual, but we only see the open-air portion of the landscape.” — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“SPRING HAD RETURNED to the high Himalaya, the way a bird settles down to nurture and warm the nest. Snowmelt punched and jabbed through… — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“Tears had been slipping through the cracks every five or six steps on the trail, and now the latch had burst—hidden cries from the… — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“And wondrous things can happen in life if we make ourselves available to new experiences.” — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
“When I raised my head and took my next breath, the air smelled like life. There were pieces of me the wind would keep,… — Ed Abell Copy Share Image
