I KNOW A LITTLE SOMETHING about reflecting waters.

I KNOW A LITTLE SOMETHING about reflecting waters. I have paddled over them all my life, from Lake Superior to the Northwest Territories–literally scores of trips upon clear waters reflecting blue skies and starry nights. I am not an expert on ‘reflecting pools’, unlike our current *president. But it seems his pool has a few problems. The main one is…

THE WAY OF A STREAM

THE WAY OF A STREAM is the way of all that is good and free and wild. It is the way of shadows and light, of music and of gentle harmonies, and the fragrant breath of the living earth. To come to the bank of a stream is to come as a sort of pilgrim, seeking the sacred essence of