Monthly Archives: November 2013

A few weeks north of Halloween When the veil twixt here and netherworld thins. A faint new moon, dark in its life, set awhile ago. There’s a brief coyote chorus, Intense and primal. Echoing through a broad river valley It’s … Continue reading →

As I write this, it’s a few hours before Thanksgiving.  And if you’re thinking you may be short on blessings, let start with a very basic one. You can be thankful for just being here. I’m not much for numbers, … Continue reading →

I bought Adobe’s Lightroom photo editing program a few years ago and decided to play around with some church pictures I’ve taken.

We’ve all seen birds fly into plate glass windows.  We snicker if it’s a lowly house sparrow or gasp if it’s a crimson cardinal.  But have you ever seen a bird that kept on doing it? One Sunday morning, wind … Continue reading →

What questions would you have if you could meet your ancestors from a half-dozen generations ago?  What would be their advice and wishes for you? I love genealogy.  I’m blessed to have storytellers for parents, a mom & dad who … Continue reading →

Her face in a goofy scrunch,  She squirms from his lap and his fishing story To race for the swing. C’mon Grandpa, push! His lumbar aches and the carpal tunnel burns, But he grins broadly, knowing he can’t resist. He … Continue reading →

I heard a great story on Iowa Public Radio last week about the Neal Smith Wildlife Refuge, a restored prairie of over 8600 acres located just east of Des Moines.  It’s home to a herd of about 70 American bison, … Continue reading →

I was biking yesterday and thought how cool it is—it’s one of those things that connects you to the freedom once again of being a kid.  And I noticed that if you keep your head held high, looking straight ahead, … Continue reading →

(I just found out tonight my uncle, Guy Grover, passed away.  He’d been in ill health for awhile. Other than my mom, he was my dad’s best friend.  They farmed a mile from one another…went on dozens of Canadian fishing … Continue reading →

There comes a time the veil will tear, and our every zip-filed experience will rip open and tumble fast-forward across a cosmic screen, witnessed by a voyeuristic universe. We stand, trapped in a soul-prism humbly grateful and momentarily uplifted for … Continue reading →