Of Mountain Trout and the Soul of a Man

For me it is the water. Always the water. The closer to its source I go, the closer I find myself to my own.

Time to turn the page…

In some ways this will be a back-to-the-future kind of move, writing about those places where I find the extraordinary hidden in the ordinary, and moments of sacredness growing out of common experiences.


It was as if their leaders, the ones who claimed God’s truth, who called them to follow God’s law, who confidently declared who was “in” and who was “out,” didn’t really know God at all.