Spiritual Tide

Sunday, I went on a bike ride with a friend. We stopped by a small pond and sat on the concrete wall. Surrounded by hemlocks and maples and birches and white pines and … what was that fluttering tree across the pond? Was that a quaking aspen? My heart skipped a beat and memories of […]

I stand looking down the Connecticut River valley. The wind like thunder parts the trees as it roars down the valley, funneled down the gentle banks and across the newly white expanse of the river. The white river drifts around a corner into Massachusetts.
I live in the piedmont of southern Vermont - a land of […]

I am dreaming of a wide, wide river, flowing to the bay. I am dreaming of the mighty Susquehanna, running through my veins.
Growing up in the Susquehanna watershed, my life stretched over tributaries, and tributaries of tributaries, winding through the farmlands of Lancaster County and emptying into the mighty river.
The river carries my life along […]

In the valley of hoodoos I walk down, pack on my back, down past orange glowing sculptures, twisted junipers, arches, and slots of sky. A strange landscape, dry, arid, yet somehow I know I’ve been here before on the Colorado plateau. At the top of the plateau, a vast canyonland stretches for hundreds of miles. […]

I bring the emptiness of my heart, like the ice forming on the stream at the edges, barely covering and growing. The water still flows in the late to arrive winter. I watch in silence, with the water gurgling. The silence of the heart reflects the silence of nature. Hemlocks hang over the water and […]