Sometimes the Path is so Clear

One evening in June, I launched down the Munson Hills trail on my old green bike, hoping to out-ride the fury and the helplessness that had settled in my soul. Usually when I’m riding or walking in the woods, I’m moving towards things I love. Wildflowers. Gopher tortoises. Solitude. But that night, my mind was all tangled up with the evils unleashed by people with too much power and no good manners. A plan to hunt and kill black bears … Continue

More Than We Bargained For

It had been a pleasure-full day on the water, three hours or more swimming and meandering among batfish, a couple rays, a green sea turtle, schools of small fry, several puffer fish.  A time of solitude and little sound, only the harshness of breath through snorkel.  The Gulf was warm, benign, amniotic, nothing to fear.  We had dawdled over lunch, even agreed to slide back into the water and make another pass for scallops.  The air had been so still … Continue