If I were to select a single spiritual statement in modern times for us to claim in our quest to celebrate nature in its rich abundance, I would nominate the vision of Vincent Van Gogh. Never mind his personal struggles,Read More →
An acquaintance of mine once walked the Appalachian Trail, or most of it, a classic expression of the historic American passion to get “back to nature.” Much as I have long aspired to be a true red, white, and blueRead More →
“A shoot shall come forth from the stump of Jesse…” (Is. 11:1) In front of our old farmhouse in southwestern Maine, I witnessed a sign from heaven this past summer. Several years ago, we called in a tree-man to cutRead More →
Late in the fall, my wife and I typically shut down our old Maine farmhouse in the eastern foothills of the White Mountains. We’re not skiers, but even if we were it would be folly for us to keep waterRead More →
During my brief visit to Australia in 2015, I had occasion to walk through the Chinese Garden of Friendship in Sydney, a gift in 1988 to that city from the citizens of Guangzhou in southern China. I know very littleRead More →