My craving to be outdoors only seems to be intensifying over the years, as does my love for carving. It’s a good thing, then, that these two desires are sometimes compatible. On Sunday afternoon, I found myself carving a walnut … Continue reading
Ah, dear nature, the mere remembrance, after a short forgetfulness, of the pine woods! I come to it as a hungry man to a crust of bread. — Henry David Thoreau, Journal Entry, 1851 Less than three weeks now until … Continue reading
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair For credibility’s temerity To dare. — Emily Dickinson, from Each Life Converges to some Centre … Continue reading
