Not having done much research in advance, I wasn’t quite prepared for the breathtaking landscape Zion would hold for us.
Because of a certain amount of life lived, questions can now be, and really must be, approached from a different perspective
In west-central Utah exists one of the oldest living organisms on earth; an aspen grove covering 106 acres in the Fishlake National Forest.
Chances are if you’ve been to the Grand Canyon, you’ve visited the much more accessible and popular south rim of the park...but the park is so large in size there is literally another side to it, the north rim, which we visited it this summer.
Those of us who experienced Mister Rogers are now grown up; we’ve left the neighborhood, which means we are the ones now responsible for asking how we should treat our neighbor.
It is the challenge and how we respond to it that marks us.
...so to each of my seniors I wrote a letter of which a portion included advice for living.
Soon I’ll be on the open road heading towards the great outdoors and it can’t come quickly enough. The need to ‘get out’ is particularly strong this year and I can’t help but wonder why? Is it just simply that I need a break from the everyday pattern of a workaday life, or that I …
...time to set aside what’s required and dive into some recreational reading!
...but like all things their time had passed, making room for the emergence of so many other flowers coming into their fullness.
Why drive 7.5 hours and pay $100 to run 13.1 miles?
It’s okay to not have an opinion, or a strong opinion, on everything.
Groups of wildflowers are hard to photograph. Unless outrageously dense, they never quite show up on film as well as they do in real life. There may be a lesson in that.
If I can alter a quote by German philosopher Immanuel Kant, “Two things fill my mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe...the natural world around me and the inner landscape of human experience within me.
Between all these lie great amounts of tension which we must learn to navigate
A light breeze was cool, birds were singing somewhere far off, and the earth opened below us for miles.
...remember that the risen Christ still had his wounds.
I’m always in favor of any activity, superfluous as it may seem, that aids us in exploring the inner-landscape of our deepest self.