Epiphany

The quiet loves the cold It follows where she wanders. And in their union Sound and touch conceive the mist Outgrowing both, another sense As sight is added to the clan. Last of all the snow arrives By night, heavyweight and silent And all we thought we knew looks new. The Fort is as quietRead more

No maps

That beginners mind is what we must come back to every time we sit down and write. There is no security, no assurance that because we wrote something good two months ago, we will do it again. Actually, every time we begin, we wonder how we ever did it before. Each time is a newRead more

Little Children

St. John has rather affectionate and accurate titles for his listeners in the letter we first credit him. “Little children” is found amongst John’s addresses along with “brothers and sisters” and “beloved”. These terms convey a certain fond and compassionate sentiment, even in the midst of John’s stout teaching. The letter is full of robustRead more

Solitude is good, but not good enough

Solitude is a blessing with purpose. Retreat is necessary and refreshing, but in excess becomes a denial of our nature that diminishes the soul and starves us of purpose. During the 19th century, naturalist John Muir spent inordinate amounts of time in the wilderness of America’s West and Alaskan coasts. His writing betrays an overly pronouncedRead more