Living Life on River Time

BCB56D60A5Many summers ago I was sitting on the levee watching the Mississippi, that venerable old man of rivers, as sacred as the Ganges and the Nile, proud and steady with a thousand tales screaming silently to be told. Though I had seen the river hundreds of times, it was during this one particular visit that I perceived it on its own terms. I felt as though I was seeing something observed before but only now fully realized in its own complexion and varied temperament for the first time. Continue reading Living Life on River Time

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Winter’s Morning Sky

96LJZ9JPB6The darkest stretch of night is just before the dawn. So one cannot help but be enthralled by the silent majesty in a cold dark winter’s morning; Brother Moon sits overhead in a pool of stars with Venus, the Virgo queen, in her disguise as the morning star, hovering close behind just as the eastern horizon gives birth to the first panes of light emerging from the sun. Continue reading Winter’s Morning Sky