Missing the Hardwoods
I moved from Massachusetts to Colorado in August, 1978. The following writing is from a letter written to my eldest brother, Joe (who was living in Troy, NY), in the early spring of ‘79. At the present time in my…
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Woods Wisdom
Riding on the Earth
Standing outside, in the waning night, I looked to the Moon, one day past full. Through the hazy sky She appeared peaceful, directing my attention toward a bright star (or planet) directly overhead. This is when I noticed the abundance…
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Roaming the Woods and Mountains
If I were destined to spend all the days of the rest of my life roaming the Woods and Mountains alone I would be fine with that. Though, I would prefer to be able to share the experience at times.…
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Peaceful Easy Feeling
The Truth is within us all. It doesn’t matter what nation or creed we come from. It doesn’t matter the wars that have been fought over and are fought over these things. The Truth is within us all. We need…
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Many voices of the Stream 1
I went to spend time with the Alders, today. In keeping with the theme of Autumn and with little encouragement from a breeze, they granted me a shower of leaves, as I approached, in a show of welcome to their…
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“Old Clothes”, “Old Tools”
I’ve looked at the recent pictures my son took of me, for the event of my 60th birthday. In many of these photos, I witnessed a sadness, a stress, in my eyes. Or, so I thought it was. I put…
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Choosing Self Healing and Spiritual Growth
For some time now, I’ve been looking forward to a time where I can really help people. I’ve been wanting to get to a place where I can do the most good. Often, I’ve asked the question, “what is it…
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La Plume
My question of the day has been mostly about what it is that I need to let go of, as well as what I need to do to get to the truth and knowledge of my role in this life.…
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Wake of Energy
The moisture in the air, this cool morning, felt like it created a ceiling to the Woods that stood just above tree line. All sound and movement seemed condensed within the range from this ceiling to the Earth. Additionally, it…
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Morning after the Rain Woods
The Woods carries,an ever greater expression,of Quiet.As though all is absorbing,the abundance of moisture. Even my footsteps, my jeans rubbing together,seem as an intrusion. Squirrel jumps up scolding,the startled interruption.Or, was it said,“Oh, it’s you.”“Well, good morning anyway.” Blue Sky,accepting…
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