On a warm, hazy afternoon, people cross the iron footbridge on bikes, foot or horseback. I sit about 75 meters upstream from the bridge. And though I’m in the open,…
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A reader asks, “Can the people who have a natural talent to quiet their thoughts and clean their mind, not by effort and struggling, but only through insight, point the…
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Swallows are playing on the air and skimming the surface of the water. Quail cavort in the bushes along the stream, and I hear pheasant squawking in the fields. Though…
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Though the stream is rather chilly in the morning, I’m warm from the bike ride, so I wade in, sandals protecting my feet from the stones. Without a second thought…
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The smaller of the two creeks, just beyond town (and soon to be enveloped by it), is running full and strong again after a few good storms. One almost forgets…
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