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."