Running Naked
Rounding the bend toward the 2nd bridge, there is a little clearing with a gigantic ant hill that reaches to my waist. It looks frozen, but I don’t want to poke it to find out. No telling what kind of … Read More
Rounding the bend toward the 2nd bridge, there is a little clearing with a gigantic ant hill that reaches to my waist. It looks frozen, but I don’t want to poke it to find out. No telling what kind of … Read More
Ok, so this one time last winter, I hiked out to the lake at Rockhammar and sat on the meditation rock. This is the rock I hold in my mind’s eye when I meditate no matter where I am, … Read More
As we sit in the summerhouse, the sky opens up, and suddenly it’s winter proper. At last, because global warming is also apparent in the Motherland too. We get on the boots, the coats, the layers. Let us walk the … Read More