What Promise Love

The last four weeks of my father’s life began in the cancer ward of a Seattle, Washington, hospital.

As he lay on his deathbed, he sought prayers and salvation from every person of the cloth that would visit his room. He’d actually asked that his name be put on any available list. He was afraid and, I venture, he felt he had good reason. Continue reading What Promise Love


road6Name ten things that can be done with a stick. I bet you can name twenty, even forty. The list, when you think about it, would be endless. But we don’t have that kind of time. Let’s start off with these.

Dig. Plant. Herd.

Shelter. Cook. Carve.

We’re tool makers. It’s what we do, have always done. Since the first bi-pedal perambulator wrapped her phalanges around the offshoot of a large, woody perennial. We survive because we are human. We thrive because of our environment. We became the first musical instruments expressing our gratitude to the Earth. Continue reading Sticks