northern pine forest

“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore  unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds  or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of  praying, as you no doubt have yours.  Besides, when I […]

Through glass dimly

I weep for America, but I may not always do so. As I watch the twisting and distorting permeate the fabric of our society, I grieve for the loss of integrity in some corners that manipulate communication into unrecognizable fashion. I weep for America but I may not always do so. Does the fallen angel […]

pine trees

“This is the season for reconstituted living. look at the smallest kindness and you will see the ingredients Einstein spoke of as comprising life. Love constitutes all things, abides in all things, reveals all things. It is never the catastrophe that does us in. Rather, it is the blind spot through which we view it.” […]