Spring Swamp The swamp was still in spite of the wind, protected by surrounding hills and trees. Snowmelt had raised the water level and the surface was still, a mirror reflecting back on itself. A fallen log at one end …
Her parents saw the magnolias first, but perhaps she sensed the ancient calling from across the park at the same time. A vague sense in the beginning, attracted by the flagrant beauty of the tree in full bloom. The delicate …
Each day starts with the question, “How can I best use my gifts and abilities in service today, for my greatest good and the greatest good of all?” In other words, how can I make the world a better place? …
When I try to explain to people that I spend time out on the land to listen to the stories she wants me to hear and share, I’m often met with polite smiles or nods. It’s rarely evident at the …
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This foot journey I’m on, well underway, can only be done on foot. That means, for the time being, I won’t be riding my motorcycle as many miles as I traditionally have*. But if not now, when? When that question …
The Nature of Tracking Last Sunday while driving to the trailhead I happened to flip to a radio program about technology and privacy. It’s no secret that our online behavior is tracked. Still, I hadn’t realized the extent to which …
Primordial Sound Meditation: Antidote for Pandemic What do we do when our world has spun out of control? When it seems that all traces of personal power are shredded? How do we manage and even spread joy to those around …
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When the student is ready, the teacher appears. The Bruce Trail has become my teacher for the times we’re living! I spot the sign with white blazes marking an access point where I’ll continue my Bruce Trail trek. Peace envelopes …
Off on a Witch Hunt Last weekend, a hike dubbed the Cave Springs Witch Hunt along a section of the Bruce Trail piqued my interest. I was curious about the witch, but more than that, the two-hour hike through the …
A Library Burns An old African (attributed) proverb maintains that, “When an Elder dies, a library burns to the ground.” Books on shelves don’t tell stories. We have to open and read them. Usually, it’s not until we’re older that …
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