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Tag: Psalms

  • Smoky Mountain Fall Spendor

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    Ellie and I motored up to the highest point in Great Smoky Mountains today.  Standing atop  Clingman’s Dome at 6,643 ft you can see 7 states on a clear day … TN, KY, VA, NC, SC, GA and AL … on this clear day, from this height, all were joined in hushed peace. As Summer’s…

  • Duffer and Youngster Hiking

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    As with all hiking adventures, certain requirements are necessary to enjoy the experience to the max. Last month’s Greatland wilderness hiking adventures with my son were hybrid Duffer/Youngster hiks, ofttimes demanding somewhat rigorous requirements … especially from this ole ragamuffin 👴. Ellie and my domestic Duffer hike to Bald River Falls yesterday was ‘rigor free’,…

  • Hiking through Wonder

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    John Muir once wrote a caveat regarding visiting Alaska, which I’ve succumbed to, “You should never go to Alaska as a young man because you’ll never be satisfied with any other place as long as you live.” You’ve been duly warned 😊 Yesterday Grant and I hiked up into Hatcher Pass, one of my thousand…

  • Creation on Steroids

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    5,000 words in 5 pics . . . and some people ask why I love Alaska “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork” – Psalms19:1 His Goodness runs after me . . . I M Blessed . . . May U B 2

  • Forever Young

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    Free from responsibilities, schedules and concerns that come with adulting, watching the unconstrained joy children at play is appealing contagious. As childhood fades and we begin to tackle the necessary responsibilities, schedules and concerns that come with adult territory, an inverse relationship between age and joy tiptoes into life. By God’s grace alone, having survived…

  • Alaska Majesty

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    “Oh it’s good to be back home again” – John Denver “Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together with joy.”Psalms98:8

  • Sanctuary

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    As a child each summer was spent with my mother, siblings and grandparents at their cabin in Promised Land, PA . . . and indeed it was . . . my childhood sanctuary.  From sunup to sundown I delighted roaming its forests and streams . . . and a virtual little John Muir was born…

  • Thin Spaces and Bottled Tears

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    Celtic Christians have a deep appreciation for nature and coined the term Thin Space . . . those transient, ephemeral moments when suddenly eternity seems to invade time, and heaven touches earth. Yesterday, my morning woods wander was graced with such a Thin Space interlude.  A brief cloudburst had soaked the forest in the fragrance…

  • Volcanoes and Bucket Lists

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    We’re in the midst of a several day Smoky Mountains liquid deluge. While grateful for the needed rainfall, it dampens my desire to go outside on wander woods wanders or splash around in the creek re-arranging boulders to create reflecting pools. It’s not cold enough to turn the landscape white and snap on a pair…

  • Joy And Sorrow

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    “Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalms 30:5 The two recent tragic airline disasters in Philadelphia and DC accentuated the unknown brevity of this life we’ve all been given. The Philadelphia crash was especially poignant to  me. It occurred less than 2 miles from the home where I grew…