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Lord of Creation, God of the universe, You are not simply summer to my soul. Yes, I do love You in the sensuousness of summer, When...

I hold my open hand outstretched toward a tiny bird. It is full of nuts, and I am hopeful the little guy will light on my palm and rece...

A long, barefoot walk along the Atlantic shoreline at low tide... I look back intermittently upon firm footprints, sure, distinct, un...

Saguaro NP, Arizona Sometimes these guys have persona: Hans or Franz? The desert. It can be an unforgiving place, with razor-sharp ...

I don’t know how many inexperienced hikers I’ve told that old adage to. Back in the flat Midwest it’s not something one says muc...