Thursday, June 28, 2018
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Perspective is such a relative construct. When in a room indoors we sense the boundaries and fill it to the brim with self. Only when outdoors, on top of a mountain, can we realize that we are not the story. Just a ripple from a pebble tossed into the sea.
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
A Soaring Ascent Up Mount Abram...because it's there and because we still can and because we still remember the way
"Stories are compasses...we navigate by them, build our sanctuaries and prisons out of them. To be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra..." The Faraway Nearby, by Rebecca Solnit