Radiance, Love, Discernment, Power, & Leadership
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In Seattle, a city often jibed for year round rain, one wouldn’t expect a simple storm to draw much attention. But for almost two weeks now, we’ve enjoyed a spat of phenomenally nice weather, such that this early evening we had a brief storm worthy of note. The…
Sunday, May 18, 1997 It started simply enough. It was to be a white water trip down the Green River. There was a section with Class 2’s and 3’s, and another section with 3’s and 4’s. I was under the impression that I could safely do a class…
As we finally begin our decent from half dome, the trail is filled with continuing marvels such as "vernal Falls". It is probably 300' or more in height, and the sheer volume of water thundering out and over the drop fills much of the valley with the sound…
From the top of this outcropping rock-slab, the valley below and many more distant peaks are exposed before me. Yet despite the grandeur of my view, all my attention is drawn to a tiny trickle of water that flows beneath my feet. A large section of the rock…
I'm sitting on the edge of the dip-hole. It's a very comforting place for me. The loud, drowning sound of the waterfall plunges into the icy pool below; the dense rhododendrons arch over the pool to form a finger-like umbrella; lots of water in perpetual motion, yet 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…