I guess that for as long ago as I can remember I’ve heard people talking about how important it is for humans to connect to each other. So, I wasn’t surpr
There’s a field I know that I often drive past on my way to quiet and contemplative places in the surrounding woodlands. I always look, but there’s rarely
The morning was still, like it was literally frozen in time. Out over the bog, the bare-branched tamaracks and last year’s browned and dried grasses were co
In a dark deep canyon, on a north-facing slope where sunlight rarely shines, a couple of fallen trees had been laid across a big drop in the narrow trail. A tin
When I was growing up in old Ishpeming, in the shadow of the towering Egyptian Revival obelisk shafts of the Cliffs Mine, I charted my muddy path to loving the