The Manure Pile
Every day this month I’ve walked the same road, past the cow barns, over a little stream, and up the cracked pavement lined with spruces on either side. This mo...
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Beneath the Oaks: The Weight of a Story
This reflection came out of a special weekend in Green Lake, Wisconsin with my fellow “Story Leaders.” It is a joy and honour to work with these peo...
Between the Red Road and the Sky
It is a dull morning, lionlike for the beginning of March, with a biting north wind sharpening the edges of muddy snowdrifts. I step through the gritty crystals...