To laugh,to pose,to marvel.

"Christopher Robin and I walk along,under branches lit up by the moon.Posing our questions to owl and eeyore,as our days disappear all too soon"......................I was a teenager when I first heard this song,at that time,by the nitty gritty dirt band.I was greatly moved by it then,though I did not fully understand why.That line of the song kept coming back to me last night,as me and my brother walked along under branches lit up by the stars and the moon sending forth a glorious lunar light over beloved Pine Log.I am approaching 58 years old now and am moved more than ever by the bittersweet poignancy of the song,later beautifully done by kenny Loggins. We alternated between laughing,over things that only me and him would understand,posing our questions about the mystery of life,and marveling at the exquisite heavenly beauty,as we gazed upwards,peering through branches lit up by heavenly light.Pine log itself flowed quietly and serenely,patterned both by lunar light,and shadows of tree branches.The scene was so serene that repeated slams from a beaver,s tail seemed to blend in as serene also.So it was one for the books,one to recall,to reflect on.And in reflecting we will know and be aware that it was a good night.A good night to laugh,to pose questions,and to marvel at nature,creation,and ourselves.To not only see with our natural eyes,but to make an acknowledgement in our very souls.Acknowledging the creative force behind what we marvel at.Acknowledgement is faith,and faith is the only thing that can connect us to that force.Hoping you always have a desire to laugh,pose,and marvel from Pine Log......................

Ridge Light

I stood at the base of what I call horseshoe ridge,and was sure that I saw a headlight or something shining up on the ridge.Seeing no choice but to check it out ,I started the trek that would lead me upward and to the top of the ridge.As I got closer and closer to the ridge, I realized that it was not a headlight,but was simply the light from the skyline,still shining ,rather brightly,upon horseshoe ridge! The lesson was easy.There is a "ridge" that the father has provided for us to walk on,and enjoy a little bit more of the light.we must not just stand in the valley and observe from a distance that there is a light,but climb up to the ridge and allow things to become a little bit clearer.Things always look a little better from  this spiritual ridge.This elevated place.The place where hope is renewed,strength is restored,humility is found,prejudices,grudges,and hatred are cast out.Hoping you find your natural and spiritual ridge,and there enjoy the light.From Pine Log.............

The Victory

Another week drawing to a close on Pine Log.There was a time when the days,weeks,months,and years blended together and were not marked with much fanfare.That has changed in the last few years.Steps have slowed a little.New aches have appeared in new places.New enemies have aligned themselves against me.Fatigue,worry,apprehension seem a little formidable than in years past.For another week I have faced these enemies,and by the grace and strength of God,I will live to fight another day.I will once again stand at my post and be brave for those who are depending on me ,and for myself,and my self esteem.For now I will rejoice in this present victory,and will wait with patience for strength and grace to carry into the next battle.One step,one day,one week,one battle at a time.Fight on! Wishing you victory through faith from Pine Log.

The curl

I climbed the ridge that leads to the world I know as Pine Log,looking for some solace as I have many times before.Instead,I found myself wanting to give comfort,for the leafless trees seemed to exude an indifferent starkness,as a sleeping lover,on this cold December evening."I gave to you all spring and all summer,"they seemed to say to me.So I just walked among them and came to a true acknowledgement; that I am as they and they as me.One is as naked and vulnerable as the other.Our clothing comes not by any effort of our own,but is totally dependent on another source.An unseen life.Unseen,but just as real as anything seen by the natural eye,They will rest and wait patiently on that life.Soon,(in the scheme of things)their patience will be rewarded and once again,we will rejoice together!so on this early December evening I tried to give instead of take.I felt rewarded as I came back down the ridge to observe the grey curl of smoke rising from the ancient chimney of the ancient house that my wife and her siblings grew up in,Inside was life,warmth,comfort.There is always an inviting curl of smoke rising from the father,s chimney,There is always life,warmth,and comfort that is not temporary,but eternal.Looking for that curl of smoke from Pine Log.......................

repose on pine log

Repose on Pine Log: The spring bluebells have come and gone.Their memory still seems fresh.The benefit received from them still remains;so they are only gone to the natural eye.
        July and summer came calling on Pine Log and set in motion a torrid and fertile summer.Their union produced a season of uncontrollable growth and energy.The fertile summer.All one could do was observe with wonder and reverence.                                                                                                                                 Now there are subtle signs that the fertile summer is coming to an end.The tall grasses seem tired,stooping slightly.There is a hint of change in some of the leaves.Wildlife chatter is no longer frantic,hurried. Above all is the feeling in the air.A feeling of respite. A feeling of inevitability. Pine Log is in repose and appears as a tired and spent lover.

A place called Pine Log: Its main road doesn't offer much to admire.Its unkept yards and unkept homes are a reflection of souls that have given in to disparity,slothfulness,and lack of interest.Beyond the main road lies a series of hills ridges,gullies,and a broken down fence or two.Sometimes they are scaled effortlessly,sometimes it is a push.Once beyond these obstacles,there is a place,a place called Pine Log.A place where every note,from every song,from every bird,glorifies their creator,and not evil.Where you can stand in front of a blooming wild crab apple tree,become inebriated with its aroma and for a moment,there is no time.A place where the breeze is always friendly.A place where creatures allow themselves to be seen briefly,then retreat,giving way to you,even though it is more their home than yours.A primal place,an organic place.A place of voices.And through all the voices on Pine Log,I hear another voice.A declarative voice.A clear voice.An unmistakable voice with an unmistakable message.The voice is not audible,for audible voices can be misunderstood.Not a voice that speaks just to my heart,for emotions can fool us.No,this voice speaks straight to my soul.A short message.A two word message.Two lovely words from which all my comfort is drawn.The declarative message is simply,but profoundly this."I AM." What more do I need to know?That is why I love a place called Pine Log.I plan on carrying this message with me from this world to the next.I encourage you to look past the sometimes carnival atmosphere that exists in religion today.Past the competing preachers.Past the grandstanding and know that there is something that is real.Something that is with us now and will be when it comes time to "cross the bar."

A final bow on Pine Log: For about two weeks we have observed a rare,but very pleasing to the eye,growth and maturing of a plot of Virginia Bluebells.The phenomenon of the pink blooms evolving into a beautiful sky blue was intriguing and amazing.Two days ago I ventured there again,and was heartened to see that they were still in full bloom.Today I was back and the scenario was quite different.Thefirst thought that came to mind was "they are taking their final bow."As far as I know,only four people had witnessed the display they had put on,but they shined for us as though it had been four thousand.Their worth or importance is not measured by how many admired or acknowledged them,but in their reflection of the life within them.Now as they clearly are taking their final bow,act one is just beginning for others around them.And so goes,seemingly,the cycle of life here on Earth.The final bow is appointed to every man.End of story?This pondering writer believes not.For just as the final bow is being taken here on Earth,act one,is starting in eternity.For the believer,the final bow,will be before the one who made it possible to leave behind a world of final bows.I hope to see the Bluebells again next year,where once again I will be reminded that the final bow is not the end.How they did shine! Wishing you comfort and peace from Pine Log

Learning patience on Pine Log:I heard the signal voice of the turtle dove on Pine Log five weeks ago.I thought surely spring would descend upon us immediately.Alas,try as I might I could not rush it,and had to be reminded that I was not in control of such wonderful and marvelous things.Since hearing that voice I have been on Pine Log almost daily,looking for signs.I have been on Pine Log in bitter cold and wondered;how much longer?Pine Log,undeterred,just kept on flowing.I have been on Pine Log on dark,stormy days.I have been there with snow flying.I have been there after severe storms and witnessed the effects of the storm as trees fell and took huge chunks out of Pine Log.Yes,this was a spring that would not be rushed.Through all of the calamity, Pine Log kept right on moving,waiting.Just doing what it was supposed to do.Its' reward was obvious this afternoon.Spring green grass bursting forth,wildflower blooms adorning the landscape,the trees beginning to put forth new,golden,soon to be green, leaves.Pine Log taking on a whole new look,its' reward,for being patient.As Pine Log is rewarded,so am I.The life that was ordered to the roots last winter has heard the call to come forth,and it is a beautiful thing.I believe there is a spiritual intelligence behind this process.An intelligence far greater than anything of this natural world.I see him in this process,as well as I do in the tiny bird tracks.yes,patience is a virtue ,and is something that we're not born with,but is something we must learn.The reward is very satisfying.Happy spring to you from Pine Log!We have waited for it(sometimes not so patiently)and it is here at last! Get out,enjoy it,and glorify God in it

Magic on Pine Log

Magic on Pine Log:Forgetting and remembering.The word magic can have two meanings.The one I use today is "an extraordinary power or influence seemingly from a supernatural source".This is the magic I find on Pine Log.I will invoke an incredible statement made by a man to a group of people many years ago.His instruction was this, "forget those things that are behind you and reach forth to those things that are before us".The incredible thing about that statement was this.The man who made that statement had some profound things to forget.He had to forget the faces of men,women,and children as he had them hauled off too prison or worse,simply because of what they believed.That man of course was the apostle Paul.There was absolutely no way he could have done that without "an extraordinary power or influence seemingly from a supernatural source." Because of this spiritual magic or influence he didn't have to live his life in misery over his past mistakes.This is the magic I find on Pine Log.Of course it isn't in the geography of Pine Log;but rather the influence I encounter there.The things we have to put behind us may not be as traumatic as Paul's but can be just as crippling.There is absolutely no way for any of us to go back and change anything.Thanks to this wonderful "spiritual influence"we don't have to!They simply fade away and allow us to put into practice the second part of Paul's admonishment, which is, remembering to "Reach forth to those things before." This is the magic or influence I find on Pine Log.Your Pine Log can be anywhere you choose it to be.Wishing you "extraordinary power and influence from a supernatural source" from Pine Log.

Can this wound heal?

Gary Gentry

Can this wound heal on Pine Log? The silence and serenity was on Pine Log,was broken recently,when three large trees broke loose from the bank.They fell across the width of Pine Log,ripping away an extremely large section of the bank with them.The mass of land torn away was massive,to the point that it would eventually widen Pine Log significantly.I came upon it early in the day two or three weeks ago;so it must have happened at night,with no witnesses but nature,and the one who set nature in motion.Even though i know this is a common occurrence,I couldn't help but view the results as a type of wound to Pine Log,and walked away a little distressed.Thinking about the possibility of damming,I wondered if this would be too much for Pine Log to recover from.I was back at that spot a few days ago and was relieved and amazed that time and constant flow of water,had already caused the trees to start turning downstream,and a lot of the soil mass had been washed away.Yes,in time Pine Log will recover,and not only recover but be wider and stronger than before! For even in nature, all things do work together for good.Sometimes, all of us, at one time or another,have received wounds and scars that do not seem possible to heal.Of course the allegory is that if the creator provided a way for Pine Logs healing,then surely he has provide a way for us.Pine Log's healing will depend on its flow of water.Our healing depends on our desire to be healed(spiritually)and being in the presence of the giver of life.We have this available to us because of the gift Christ gave us two thousand years ago.Like Pine Log,we can recover and be stronger than before.Wishing you healing from Pine Log.

Good News from Pine Log

Good news from Pine Log:The news being hurtled at me as it bounced off the satellite was harsh,calloused ,and brutal..........woman shot four times ............rogue nations testing nuclear devices.........gas prices up............politicians pushing personal agendas........mayhem and violence filling the earth. I started toward pine log admittedly feeling a little overwhelmed by the awful things I had been hearing. But on pine log..........the water still flowed as it had yesterday,still soothed my soul with its rippling whispers,the sun still kissed the meadow and promised better things to come,the birds still dedicated their song especially to me,the breeze still caressed my face with its platonic touch,the sage bushes still swayed and frolicked...........and I still wept because of the news from Pine Log.For it came neither brutal nor forceful as the earlier news had,but was a sweet and holy descending.The news on pine log told me what I was seeing and experiencing was a reflection of a spiritual order.That all was not hopeless.That there was a plan and a purpose still being carried out in all of the chaos.I do believe that if I am granted another day;Pine Log will still be flowing and his plan and purpose will still be in process.The instruction to David was simple:"be still and know".Good news from me to you from Pine Log!

Another Day on Pine Log Creek

Another day on pine log creek: Today on pine log creek the sun felt good on my shoulders. It entertained me as it danced,sparkled,and shimmered on the water.The creek moved steadily,yet persistent. A few days earlier it had been frantic and rushing. It reminds me that it is never a good idea to panic in stormy times;but to stay focused and stay steady.The breeze was just short of chilly;reminding me of it's unavoidable presence. So is the presence of God to the believer. Undeniable. Tomorrow will be a new day.There will be new troubles,new worries,more bad news in this troubled world we live in. But today was beautiful and refreshing on pine log creek. Seek and you shall find. It works.It really works.

Today on Pine Log

Today on pine log creek: Another glorious day to be enjoyed on my (almost daily)walk to the creek. The deer still scampered,the squirrels still chattered,the mallards still made loud protest over the intrusion.The sun was still shining brightly;yet with a different feel to it today. Why did it feel different to me today? The reason of course was the wind. Today it had a bight to it. Almost confronting. Sometimes the winds of life seem to blow in our favor. Almost pulling us along. But then,inevitably,and sometimes without warning they can change. Its during these times,we have to realize,he is the same whether the winds are blowing in our favor or against us. The winds felt different today on pine log creek;but his presence,love,and assurance felt exactly the same. They never change.

Something Calling on Pine Log

Something calling on pine log: When the long day of labor has ended. When my soul has been vexed with the calamity of the day. When my mind has grown weary from the bombardment of apprehension,doubt,and fear. When i am through with the necessary,yet exhausting, dance of the day. When I feel my strength leaving;only to be replaced with numbness and tiredness of the soul. Just in time I am aware ,through an unseen channel,of being called to that magical place of renewal and restoration that comes from a different place. This call is just as real as a mother's call to supper,and that place just as real as a baby's resting place on the bosom of it's mother. As one moved songwriter so poignantly wrote:"ambition will take you and ride you too far.conservatism(idleness) will bring you to boredom once more. Sit down by the river,watch the stream flow,recall all the dreams you once used to know. Things you've forgotten,took you away,the pasture's not greener,but meaner. Love of the simple is all that I need,I've no time for schisms nor lovers of greed. Go up to the mountain,go up to the glen. Where silence(reverence) will touch you and heartbreak will mend. "Just as the writer,so I,feel something" calling me this way again." Thankful for the calling and the place it takes me to,on pine log. David spoke of the "secret place of the most high God." We are blessed to have found that place.

A New Voice on Pine Log

February 27

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A new voice on Pine Log: Each voice on pine log comes with its own unique sound and quality. I hear and enjoy many of them as I venture there as often as time and energy will allow.From sweet singing birds to the crow's raucous cawing.The voice of the beaver as he slams his tail down upon pine log.The sometimes soothing,sometimes haunting, voice of the wind, as it makes its way through the trees.Maybe the staccato rhythm of the woodpecker as he lets everyone know how busy he is.The new voice on pine log this morning made me stop where i stood and hope that it would repeat.This new voice on pine log was neither invasive nor intrusive.The sweet,pure,almost heavenly voice of the turtle dove caused all the other voices to fade away.Almost immediately i thought of King Solomon and his reaction to the same voice that i had just heard.As he stood there on the hillside,the voice that he heard moved him to write his immortal words in the book by his name "for,lo,the winter is past,the rain is over and gone;The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come,and the voice of the turtle(dove)is heard in our land." How the weather looked at that moment,or how he felt at that moment, made no difference.For he had heard the signal voice,and that signal voice made him to know that the long winter cycle was coming to an end and he was filled with joy and encouraged.Looking forward to both natural and spiritual spring on pine log.For i have heard the voice of the turtle dove on pine log and the voice of "the Dove" in my heart.

A Lesson in Perpetuity on Pine Log

Gary Gentry

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A Lesson in perpetuity on Pine Log: I Have been a visitor on Pine Log in the cool of the morning as well as the cool of the evening; and found one common thread; Pine Log is indifferent to either one in its continuance of flow. I have been in the darkest of night and the brightest of day; and found it to be the same. I Have been a witness as the sun beamed its flattery and praise down on Pine Log. Steadfast Pine Log merely absorbed what was needed and reflected the rest back to me; its silent but awe struck visitor. I Have been there when Pine Log was assaulted with everything the atmosphere had to offer; and despite the thundering, lightning, and pelting rain; Pine Log just absorbed it and continued its journey toward its destiny.There and only there would it blend into a much bigger entity, and lose its identity to that it was destined for. High times, low times, day, night, sunny, or stormy.Pine Log keeps flowing,for it has been instructed to do so.It is neither moved by flattery,praise,or criticism. It may move faster sometimes or have more volume, but it keeps on moving. What an absolute and marvelous thing! The late great John Denver spoke of his beloved rocky mountains and said this,"I know i'd be a poorer man if i never saw an eagle fly." This poor man thanks you, Pine Log, for the treasure you have shared with me. Looking for steadfastness and perpetuity on Pine Log. "Wherefore be ye steadfast and unmovable."

Amazed on Pine Log: The old tree was very large and had long,jagged roots,that dug down deep into the creek bed. Every day when I arrived at the creek it was always there,as if to say "I am here and i'm here to stay." The old creek tolerated the tree,and even though it forced the creek to alter it's route,the determined creek just wound its way around the jagged roots and kept on flowing.Many times the water tried to expel the old tree,but to no avail.The uninvited tree would seem as if it would move,only to settle back down,digging even deeper into the creek bed,and force the creek to take its alternate route.The old creek resigned itself to always having the obstacle in its way.Then,one day,the power of the water gave the creek a wonderful gift.The old tree rose to the top and floated on downstream,never to return and hinder again.Many of us put up with trees, unnecessarily,sometimes all of our lives.Our trees go by many different names:anger,resentment,
unbelief,doubt,fears,regrets(huge one) and so forth.Sometimes ,we hinder the process of expulsion by pushing them back down when they start to rise,allowing them to dig even deeper.May we all learn a lesson from pine log through three simple steps:acknowledge the tree,let it rise to the top,and let the spiritual water of life carry it away.I enjoy my lessons from pine log.It is a teacher that has been around a lot longer than me,and will be around long after I am gone.Amazed and humbled by the power of water on Pine Log.