Camping Prohibited

Harold Camping had it wrong — again. The world did not end on Saturday. It’s two minutes from midnight Sunday as I type this and the crickets are chirping, the wind is blowing, Poe is snoring and I have a bone to pick. Nothing out of the ordinary here. You may have noticed that I [Read More...]

The community we nurture

It’s the way we frame our treasures here and there The hospitality we offer The ¬†hands extended when we falter The doors we push through The hard places we scale It’s the community we nurture When we cheer each other on Or, when necessary,¬†pull each other upward It’s the laughter And the light that surrounds [Read More...]

Where the Wild Things Grow

That hike I mentioned? It was a path along the Metolius River. That’s Native American for White Fish. There were waterfalls White-water rapids Towering Pines A fisherman Plenty of hungry rainbow trout I mentioned the white-water rapids, didn’t I? And the trout? Look, see ‘em! Aren’t they something? There were some gal-pals, of course By [Read More...]


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