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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