Radiance, Love, Discernment, Power, & Leadership
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West Virginia It is now 1:00am, and most other sane people are sound asleep. I, however, am standing outside of a car, in the rain, donning funny looking clothing and a mixture of bizarre looking caving equipment. The cave we are about to enter is known as "Sites…
Leaving Green Cove is a difficult move -- though I've been here only a matter of months, I've formed a tremendous attachment to this place. The people, the walk from the mail-boxes, blackberries along the way, the icy dip hole, the porch swing,... Yes, mostly the people. Lisa…
Blue Ridge Mountains, NC I've come to a wooden bridge just below a 30' drop of cascading water. Well below the path of the stream, the trees open up to expose the valley below. The clouds above are actively moving about, but are mostly friendly in nature. The…
Blue Ridge Mountains, NC 8/19/91 I am lying down on a tiny sheet of plastic with all of my being intently focused on the art of staying dry. Ordinarily, this would be no big deal, except that I am once again under the tarps set up by Outward…
It is a clear, sun-shiny day here at Green cove, yet the air is filled with the violent sound of thunder from over the mountains. Breezes here on the ground are gentle, yet a glance up through the trees reveals a turbulent sky filled with motion and activity.…
Blue Ridge Mountains, NC These are the mountains of North Carolina -- it rains here. It rains a lot. Occasionally, there is a brief period of warning, such as the sound of distant winds carrying the rains in my direction, or the thunder that looms far way, then…
Having climbed steeply up the bank of a large gorge, we finally arrived at our point of crossing. From above, the water is calm, gentle, and cool. Hovering 6 inches above the surface of the water is a deep mist that burns off as it emerges from under…
I am in constant wonder as I sit on the bank of small rivers or streams. The water flows down from above, climbing over or around the rocks and other obstacles in its path, and continues on its thoughtless journey down hill to the oceans. The bank opposite…
Today, walking through the misty forest, everything took on an ethereal quality. Sounds were muted by pattering rain drops, and sight was limited to the land immediately beyond my feet. Standing still, I could watch my crew of students emerge from behind a wall of cloud, and then…
Tessentee, NC It is now dusk on the first night at my new location at Outward Bound. Four people are playing guitar, one harmonica, one penny whistle, and a mandolin. They are playing "Blues" with OB-type lyrics, attesting to the gripes that crews of past have endured. I…