Of all the place-based cultures, the American Indian’s comes to mind as one in tune with the energy, rhythm, and spirit of a particular place. Through stories, the wise help others decipher the present feelings that come when standing in proximity to the past.
I know I SHOULD. I’ve been told I SHOULD. All the opportunities in the world won’t change the fact that it’s up to me to go.
During a mid-day solstice walk, I contemplated the irony of December 21st.
There’s no denying it: sometimes the world feels a little upside down.
Finally, the Japanese Stiltgrass (Microstegium vimineum (Trin.) A. Camus) is fading away. Invading the woodland all summer, this tall weed has made navigation difficult, especially since I like to know where (or what on) I’m stepping. Admittedly, the grass has kept me from traveling through some of my favorite places in which it thrives. Now,…
Along a route I typically walk stands an enormous, old tree. It’s apparent from its size that it had been spared the axe-driven fate of most trees on this mill owner’s property of century’s ago. The tree is wider, taller, and far more imposing than any other nearby. One cannot help but notice its massive…
How does life survive when the clouds refuse to deliver rain?
I once heard a teacher describe the way in which older children apply the benefit of experience to their lessons, allowing them to understand what was said, even if they didn’t hear every word. I recently stumbled upon an example. I knew what the sign said even though more than half of it was missing….
This is the time of year when it’s common to walk the shoreline instead of the woods. Whether alone or with friends, leisurely or vigorously, I find that the patterns and colors in this alternate scenery always invigorates my creative self. Yes, I’m still walking, and I hope you are, too.
Long walks have combined with a shortage of time these busy days. I’ve missed a bunch of posts, and yes, there are days when my schedule prevents me from getting outside. But when that happens, I compensate the next day by letting myself linger. That’s when the spring beauty prevents me from coming back in.