Douglas Wood

THERE IS A certain sense of peace that comes over one when tracking wild creatures through the woods or on the frozen river. A feeling of knowing, understanding, even bonding-with and feeling connected-to. The white tailed deer, the red fox, the gray squirrel and the little red, the cottontail. Even Petey the ‘possum who lives under the deck. All leave

HERE AT THE CABIN-IN-THE-WOODS, even in difficult times, good things abide. And it is part of our job, living in balance, to notice them, remember them, appreciate them. That is true wherever we find ourselves. From the old cabin in the piney woods, here are a few…

THE LAST BOUNDARY: We are bounded by good things. Things that enfold and nurture our lives. Things we notice and appreciate. The simple love of family and friends. The rising of the sun and the goodness of a new day. The warmth and comfort of home. An apprehension of beauty. Our lives are bounded by other things, too. By reality.

HERE AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES, we have an idea. It kind of permeates the whole place. The idea is that we all belong. Despite any differences. The red squirrel belongs and the gray squirrel belongs. The great horned owl belongs and the bald eagle belongs. The white tail deer belongs and the red fox belongs. The chickadee belongs