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Red Raven Retreat – Trail Building
A perfect winter day to continue trail building and stacking of brush, to be burned at a later date.
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Red Raven Retreat – Trail Building – Day 1
A perfect winter day to continue trail building and stacking of brush, to be burned at a later date.
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Finding Zen / Peace – Part 2
Each day provides 24-hours of space to fill with anything you want. Replete with challenges, obstacles, and things beyond our control, how we adapt and respond creates the experience we take away, and sets up the state of mind and sense of being for the next space. The most difficult aspect of a journey is those…
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Calm
There is a place of calm. A place where what is within and without reach an equilibrium and the two sides agree to a truce. Here the sun shines from everywhere or steps aside, allowing different shades from another palette . I have seen this place. I have taken a deep breath in this place.…
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Spring
Today, on the way home from work, all of my senses, all of my being registered today as spring. The smell of melting snow and things it uncovers, the partial sun, the air on bared skin. Spring. This is what the beginning of spring is. Spring is about renewal, growth, beginnings, life. I am filled…
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Lutsen, 2012/01/06
I became aware midwinter of seasonal changes and passed time. I had been asleep drifting like silent fog and snowflakes without a lighthouse or horn. Surrounded by snow and the ice trapped within I did not know which field spread before me I did not know the year. In the far distance of many miles,…
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Finding Zen / Peace – Part 1
This is part 1 of an essay I am writing. How to find a sense of Zen and peace or moments of tranquility in the corporate-driven world? In this hectic, fast-paced, grab what you can, my time is better than yours world, what can we do with the time given to find a moment to breath? In…
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Haines, Alaska – 2010
In 2010 I had the wonderful opportunity to kayak in the Lynn Canal, near Haines, AK. Here are photos and a narrative. Haines, Alaska – 2010
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Scottsdale
In Scottsdale, AZ for a few days within the mountains fortress shielding us from artificial lights. Evenings beneath a map of the sky with hand drawn maps we trace starting with the moon and its place in the universe we can see. Palm trees line the stone path and the air has become cool and…
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January’s Last Day
Afternoon walk beneath grey clouds with pockets of blue. To the west, a murder gathers over the hill, as ravens flock from all directions. Two deer quietly munch on exposed grasses while an owl makes its presence slightly known; we could not find its hidden branch. Trails of mud and grass lined with snow patches…