Stewards of the Trails
While volunteering as a course marshal at a local trail race yesterday, I stood in the same spot in the woods for nearly three and a half hours. Much of that time was spent clapping and cheering and directing racers away from a detour where the path had naturally washed…
Local Wayfinding
We often joke with the running crew that among the group a few of us seem to have GPS chips in our brains: we’re really good at find routes and getting un-lost. But for those less gifted in the skillful navigation of unmarked paths, finding one’s way through the trails…
boundary
I am not a poet, but a friend has inspired me to read more of it and think more critically about its place in the constellation of my creative pursuits. Occasionally, I’d like to post a poem here when inspiration strikes. boundarydemarcated by strict panels of hewn lumberset against remnant…