A chilly January dusk in the Coast Range. Rain-soaked daylight dropped away like a stone disappearing into deep water. With the woodstove at the Johnny Gunter place in full roar, I pulled on a pair of aged running shoes that used to be white and squished down the two-track driveway that tunneled beneath a closed canopy of young Douglas-fir branches. Each rut was a thin rivulet of rainwater running toward Upper Smith River.
I love the structure of coyote looking around, back, and forward--and as always your artful weaving of presence in the natural world with deeply personal revelations. And ah...John O'Donahue...I love his book Anam Cara, a Book of Celtic Wisdom. Thanks for inspiring my own journey of coyote's prowl into 2024.
I love the structure of coyote looking around, back, and forward--and as always your artful weaving of presence in the natural world with deeply personal revelations. And ah...John O'Donahue...I love his book Anam Cara, a Book of Celtic Wisdom. Thanks for inspiring my own journey of coyote's prowl into 2024.
A beautiful meditation on the "continuous unfolding" -- thank you, Tom.
Pitch-perfect, Tom. Thanks for this from the heart.