In Northwest Arkansas, about three hours from my home in Tulsa, is a little place deep in the Ozark Hills known as Eureka Springs. A quaint, old
village built into a narrow valley between rocky hillsides, the place has retained its eclectic, Victorian charm over many decades. Narrow streets wind through the town, with no rhyme or
reason to their path, or their width. Bed and breakfasts abound, and the town is a mecca for shoppers, antique hunters and …

Just like us, animals come to life again as the days lengthen and the weather warms. …

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail
away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain, Autobiography

You may have seen this quote before. I have. But every time I read it I am challenged to ‘sail away from safe harbor.’ Forget that this harbor is where we are most comfortable.
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She woke up slowly, stretched and yawned and stretched again. The soft, warm, downy bedsack tempted her to go back too sleep. It was easy to
roll over and close her eyes again.

An itchy place square in the middle of her back nagged at her.Forget any thought about lying still. And she was hungry. Not just hungry, ravenous. As if she hadn’t eaten in months. And she
hadn’t. Really.

The house was dark, and oh …