Category Archives: musings

the silver king from a float tube in the mangroves. incredible. more… Share: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

the book is a work of genius and beauty.  if you haven’t read it, you should.  it’s short and there’s no better place to start with hemingway.  if you have read it, this amazing stop-motion by marcel schindler is even … Continue reading →

i wonder how your tiny body can hold your mighty soul…..bethany lynn flett, 4.2.99   Share: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

sneaking in a half hour on a favorite stream one evening last fall.  variety show. Share: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

i’m not a good enough guitarist to play this the way it should be played, but i love this song. the deep Share: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

spring is a good enough metaphor for what’s happening in our home as we look out on a new day and a new chapter of life as cody and i chart the way for our family.    things are changing … Continue reading →

between the ages of 12 and 15, fishing in solitude saved me. song of the red winged bird   Share: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

it’s here.  the kids and i had a lot of great afternoons and nights at our local lake last summer catching fish for the tank and just for fun.  it’s close, it’s got a decent array of species in it, … Continue reading →

we like to shop at goodwill.  while i was browsing for funky/cool t-shirts at the back of the store last week, ben came running up from the front inordinately excited (could never happen at a store where you know what … Continue reading →

“there is in all things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness.” – merton thinking about this today.   the passion i’ve always had for feeling a tug on the end of my line, and a … Continue reading →