On a Meditation Pad by the Cache la Poudre River
Taking a blanket, my mediation pad, and my journal, I sit on the small patch of flat shoreline of the Poudre River. I sit where the river forks, diverging only momentarily before joining back together. Between tall trees and green grasses, the river runs through town, curving east…
My Kitten Knows of Dao
Kara and I have acquired a new kitten. She is a small, short-haired, twelve-week-old gray kitten. Her name is Artemis. We took her on a ‘trial’ basis to see our other cat, a big, seven-year-old calico named Luna, would accept her…
An Afternoon Drizzle
Storm clouds pass over my house, leaving a light rain to drizzle onto my dry, patchy lawn. The northwest corner of lawn has died, but the rest of the lawn is lush and vibrant…
Hiking - It is Always “The Moment”
The mountains have always been my home. When I feel down and lonely, when the depression begins to get the better of me, there the Rockies stand, staring at me, reminding me that they are there, and will be there all my life…