My Monthly Journal A personal dispatch for readers, writers, and wanderers The sun rides long and low across the water. Bare skin warm, paddle still, I let the current decide. Out here, time loses its edges — and for a few slow hours, so does everything else. — Summer solstice, Beaver River Each month, near… Continue reading May 29 . Issue 192
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January 30 . Issue 188
Home is where your heart is, or a more philosophical, poetic view of home, encouraging the soul to remain boundless. “Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast. …For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs… Continue reading January 30 . Issue 188