When we look into the late autumn woods, it’s easy to become fixated on the coming lifelessness of winter. But what if something else is happening?
west virginia
Haunted by waters
There is a flow to life. A rhythm. An overarching and unending cadence within which everything that is exists.
Memories of a Rainy Day in Camp (Redux)
Sometimes when things get very serious we need to give ourselves the grace not to take ourselves too seriously.
When all things merge into one…
If we come out of this pandemic with nothing else, I hope that we can collectively re-connect with some sense of unitive consciousness and with a renewed appreciation for the common good.
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.
