It’s mid-afternoon, and there’s a break in the latest series of storms off the Pacific. The sun pokes through the heavy clouds and gleams off the swollen creek. Thanks to…
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It’s mid-afternoon on one of those palpably gray and dreary days in the middle of winter. The hoot of an owl reverberates from beyond a trio of small redwoods on…
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Shortly after sunset in the narrow strip of land along the stream that runs through town, I could hear them calling to each other. I walked toward their hooting, with…
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A ferocious rain fell here in northern California yesterday, with high winds that pelted the house with water almost horizontally. It was over in 20 minutes however. Sitting on the…
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On a walk after a much needed meditation during a break between storms, a fellow about my age stopped and asked me where all the goats came from in the…
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Some cynical philosopher stenciled a few words in the center of the park road. They read: “Nature is wrong.” The words are fading away, which brings a smile. Nature will…
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The days seem much shorter now since the time change last weekend. But I make it out for a meditation at streamside before mid-afternoon in time to see and be…
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An old woman is standing across the narrow park road as I come down a favorite section of trail. There is something unusual about her, a quality of complete openness…