THIS SUNDAY MORNING’S Church O’ The Pines post comes from my book, Paddle Whispers, a favorite of many lovers of the Canoe Country. It is about… finding unexpected beauty. And meaning. ‘On a damp, gray morning beside a stream, I watch a spider spin a web. She is very small. She spins from a spruce twig to my jacket pocket
WALKING ALONG the stream at dawn, I notice the spider webs—exquisite webs, hundreds of them, every stunted jack pine or ground juniper gilded with a necklace, each necklace hung with lucent pearls of dew. And, whispering in the first breeze, an old question of the night: What of MY webs? What are my choices, my chances; how much effort should
“MAN IS WHOLE when he is in tune with the winds, the stars, and the hills… Being in tune with the universe is the entire secret.” Justice William O. Douglas As I look around me, I see the sapphire blue of sky and a sparkling lake, the green shades of trees, the swooping arcs of gulls, and the clean hardness