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.......................