This story is about a walk in the woods I took a few years ago in northern Minnesota. As John Haines is a great influence on my own writing, both poetry and essays, he is in spirit often with me, especially when experiencing nature. On this particular walk through the rainy silence, he was there observing and guiding me through what was in the end a journey of discovery and learning a deeper part of myself and my place in this world.
As John Haines lived outside of Fairbanks, Alaska in Richardson for many years, this story touches on what this blog is all about.
