Yet we do

How many times have I been here, right along with you. My thoughts twisted into injustices and corruption, real and imagined, slights festering inside the incessant blabber of consciousness.   Oh! how do we recover? yet we do. After the fear comes silence, breath returns.    Look far, look to the horizon, past that impenetrable forest, pastContinue reading “Yet we do”

Worth so much more

I grew up in the Commonwealth of Virginia, a beautiful state, that has been graced by nature with areas of truly awe-inspiring geography.  From the tidal waters of the Chesapeake Bay to the endless ribbons of wooded mountains and valleys stretching down its spine. In 1783, Thomas Jefferson traveled to Harper’s Ferry (then Virginia) andContinue reading “Worth so much more”

Summer Ends

Tomorrow I begin my 18th year of teaching. Roughly 1,800 students can say that I attempted to teach them. I’ve grown an immeasurable amount since that first period bell rung so many years ago. Summer break has come to an end. It really came together, much accomplished, much learned and the experiences I lived throughContinue reading “Summer Ends”

Do we know what joy looks like?

Today’s reading in Ryan Holiday’s Daily Stoic dealt with recognizing joy. We often live in constant hunger for more, something we don’t currently have. Imagine that, with the blink of an eye, you have all that you desire. Would it be joyous? Bliss? What if we have already achieved joy, but desire masks the symptoms?Continue reading “Do we know what joy looks like?”

THIS MUST BE THE PLACE

One of the best parts of Spring in the Flathead Valley is the slow opening of the Going To The Sun Road inside Glacier National Park. As the National Park Service works to plow and remove the snow to Logan Pass, the road is open to cyclist only. And so for roughly two months unparalleledContinue reading “THIS MUST BE THE PLACE”

Stranger in the Woods

A friend gave me a copy of “Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit” by Michael Finkel.  This quick read is a narrative account of Christopher Knight’s 2o plus years of living in solitude near a central Maine lake.  Knight lived within walking distance of hundreds of vacation cabins but camouflagedContinue reading “Stranger in the Woods”