We Are Wilderness: John Muir
In these fearfully uncertain times, when “self-isolating” and “social distancing” send us into defensive self-protection, the wise and wild words of Muir echo through the fresh, healthy mountain air. As…
In Fearful Times. . .
I wrote this for my weekly column, but decided to post it here for, perhaps, wider reading. Fear, Faith and Freethinking I was relating a story to some friends about camping…
Feeling Knotty
Here in Western North Carolina the mountains and forests are tied up in twisted trails, branches, roots and vines. Nature can be so knotty.
Thinking the Unthinkable
Before I emerged from a “spiritual” worldview, I couldn’t imagine there was no spiritual reality. I certainly would never think the most unthinkable thought for a believer: there is no…
Poem of Early Spring
Poem of Early Spring Doors are open Winter left, apparently, by appearances Before a wedding I officiated the groom’s younger son was digging in the dirt in his suit silent,…
Childlike Faith
How people face tragedy says so much about how they were raised and taught what faith means and how to practice it. Take for example these comments after recent deaths:…
Contentment
Now and then I post a poem–or hang a poem on this post. This one was composed, composted, in one of my favorite sanctuaries: Point Reyes National Seashore in Northern…
Philosophy, Religion and Trails to Truth
A few things I’ve mulled over in my mind for a very long time. . . Philosophy, Religion and Trails to Truth In the book of Proverbs we read, “The…
