I walked into the wild, the high country, a silence, the first to the end of that sky canyon, no sight of human tracks before me on the last of the great snow embankments. I was held in my steps alongside fields of fallen rock, above hidden torrents. When I arrived, I realized it is […]
Autumn is burning, turning, all green grown is suddenly fire, lit from within in the fading dusk. The vital hue descending, to the root and rhizome we all go, to our essential darkness, but not before our luminous colors reveal the passing of our substance, our quest, our earnest effort at some small good and […]
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 […]
The old voice summons in a chorus of redwings. I walk out beyond the bulwark where I am known not by names but by substance. There is a spirit in the world that is causing me to see my darker iniquities. A better prayer would often be Dear Lord, forgive me for what I once […]
The day dies young in winter, into the dusky cold… o go inside it says, make fire! I am declining, remaining, out beneath the indigo. In this descending, thoughts and moods laid low, as waiting, as dormant, the silent length of nearing night is hard, a rasp on the cheek, a bite on the ear, but […]
Field Notes on Faith and the First World
Exploring depths previously unsounded in oneself, as best one may.
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Supporting ways of being that are life-giving and sustainable for people, communities and the planet.
Believes everyone has a story to tell.
James Scott Smith 