Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        It isn’t “wild,” nor “blue ribbon” or “remote,” but it is “fun.”  Sometimes we forget the last in chase of other words.           For years, I fished the place with flies and marabou jigs recommended at the fly shop.         For years, I never caught anything.       […]

               I feel better when I move—run or exercise.  I should remember this more when I’m unhappy, unsettled, bothered, or in perceive something is off.                Maybe it isn’t in my head, nor spirit or the soul.  Maybe it isn’t something heavy—transcendent or existential.  Maybe truth and answer are much simpler.                Maybe I just […]

        I’m moving cattle, rotational paddocks from one grazed low to another waiting, lush from rest and growth.  Herd follows, hungry and knowing, but at the gate—they balk.         I’m in the way, and so I move.         I move from gate to another pasture that is neither where they’ve […]