By Wayne Allensworth The long, hot summer has dragged on. I got out early to walk my trail, watch the animals, and survey the trees. Some have thick bark, like plates of armor. Others are smooth. I examine the leaves and note that the willows near the pond seem to be surviving harsh sunny days, though the creek bed has dried up. The Kites I have enjoyed watching through spring and summer have...
What We Are Here For
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By Wayne Allensworth How far the story matters to anyone but myself depends on the degree to which others have experienced what I call “joy.”… I have been emboldened to write of it because I notice that a man seldom mentions what he had supposed to be his idiosyncratic sensations without receiving from at least one (often more) of those present the reply, “What! Have you felt that too? I always...
Think Small (It was a Very Good Year)
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By Wayne Allensworth I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things. — Isaiah 45:7 Summertime. In the mornings before the heat waves bear down on me, I take my quiet-time walk. And listen. And watch and pay attention. The doves coo as they take flight. And in the blue summertime sky, the harriers hover and watch. I walk beside a pond and...
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