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From Frost

I wanted to decipher messages left early this morning by the frost, so we set out as the sun was just coming up and in no hurry to dispel the layer of white fog we walked into. At the dog park Gracie wasn’t the least bit interested in what I was. She sniffed everything ahead of us and beside us,...

Places That Remember Us

Some places we have known continue to recognize us over a lifetime. You know this because when you return they speak your name and then you recognize yourself, again. That person you had forgotten about or thought you had left behind when you travelled so far away and so long ago. When Point Pelee National Park met me again she...

All That Makes Us Human

Do you know what it is like to experience the sacred? I do, in the cathedral that is the natural world: in Tarangire National Park, near Lake Manyara, in the Ngorongoro Crater, and in the endlessness that is the Serengeti. Here I worshiped, again and again, just as I had done in the beginning in that first moment and in...

Early Saturday Morning

For a brief moment early this morning in the darkness just before dawn in a speck of a place on this planet everything made perfect sense to me while the candles flickered, and my dog, Gracie, breathed heavily just next to me. For the most part, there are only questions and they are followed by wonder and humility. There are...

Getting Used to the Journey

“I am telling you, it takes a lifetime of days and nights so get used to the long slow journey.” This is what I overheard the towering October oak tree say to the much younger maple and the birch trees just ahead of me, where the pathway curves. It could have been any given day since the gently moving orange...

‘Yes’ to Magnificence and Wonder

It is October and the world is doing its work of transitioning. On these days I understand perfectly the great mystery of our impermanence and our passing, and I even welcome my place in it. I am crazy enough, or wise enough, or deluded enough to believe that I, too, will be recycled and reborn into a new form, just...

Morning Worship

Sunday morning could not have been more beautiful Dressed, as she was, in the week’s finest clothes. She was in no hurry at all, as I met her on the bike path And she seemed lost in the silence that had overtaken me, too. I knew this is where the sacred Scriptures were born – Right here, on this very...

Creating Purple

Very early one morning in Serengeti National Park, I actually saw the colour purple being made. It lingered behind our safari vehicle for many minutes and I may have been the only one to see it unfolding, except for the lone Impala who stood silently nearby, looking in the same direction. This was a few years ago and it only...