River teaches of faith upon the quest for a point from which to cast upstream… as the rear foot leaves the boulder and the fore has not yet arrived. Advertisements
I will name the young hawk Moses. When I see him, he delivers me out of the hand of Pharaoh. He rises above to encounter distance. He comes only so close as to inspire wonder of where the wilderness begins. “Walk far” he cries across the untrod valley of humility. Walk far to the common […]
Here is a story of redemption, taught to me outside through many visions as I have walked among dogs. I am often guided to become an ancient one, like some Nordic tribesman reading the flight of geese as the harbinger of all the great disturbances of the north. I have learned to gauge the hour […]
Is it just my point of view that you are the pure one in this small conversation?
In last light I walked to the creek to throw a line and breathe easy with a quiet mind. I have fished from tundra to tidewater. I have stood by still waters since my first years.
My hands are worn of work, and holding an aching memory of yesterday’s efforts to plant a tree that will live five hundred years. I was thinking it would be eleven or twelve generations from now, a child homegrown of my roots might look to see some splendid legacy still yearning into earth, still reaching […]