February 8th, 2018


Not all natural wonders are remote

The anniversary passed last week, but I shouldn't let things get too far down the pike without pausing to post this memory: This month is the 15th anniversary of our buying our land in Ohio County -- my beloved Wilderstead.

The cabin went up in the fall of 2004. Lots of changes have happened to it since it was first built. And the Pishon changes every year, too, as the water re-shapes its bed, moves rocks and trees, and relocates its falls. Heraclitus was right when he said, "No man ever steps into the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man." And yet, I experience a timelessness out in the holler, too. The woods and the stars make me feel like the boy I was; even as time rushes away with me, I feel that I am in possession of all that I ever was and knew.

Every boy needs a place where he can dream: a place to play; eventually, a place to pray. I do more praying than playing out at Wilderstead, but as the grandcubs grow up, I look forward to giving them the run of the place.


Chilly waters
I don't remember what year I took this pic, but I never get tired of taking pictures of this scene.