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Poem – Winter’s Last Stand
Listening to Hildur Gudnadottir as winter makes a last stand and we retreat indoors to watch this spectacle and hear the pine trees bending against the cabin roof. Liquid dreams caught in rabid waves the grayish sea with green and blue deep undertones blends into the sky. Seagulls and ravens aloft squint as ice pellets…
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Lutsen Photos
It has been busy around here getting back to work, and working on the upcoming issue of Stone Path Review. Lutsen was good for the writing and I have been working on a few pieces, and started back on a collection of zen related essays. Here are a few photos of sunrises from Lutsen.
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Northern Retreat
The race we race each day has left tire tracks upon myself. Time to get away and seek refuge along the shore of Lake Superior. Though the leaves long ago were swept from the trees, the skeletons left in the wake shimmered against the deep blue and cloudless sky. What burdens were carried here, quickly…
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Belief
Constant waves forming at a great distance make their journey to all of the shorelines never tiring, never stopping, like questions that plague the mind, like the constant flow of energy within and without. The waves color, their shape, from a painting of lands lost to natures power, of an ancient time when the spirit’s…