Sore feet. Worn out legs. Exhausted (somewhat). Artificial hip. Ankylosing spondylitis. There are many reasons I walk a bit weird. As one person told me, I have a little hitch in my giddy up. So I often limp. But today, I need ... yes, need ... to get outside. So off to the Conner-Sweeney Trail… Continue reading Walking with a Limp
Some people just aren’t morning people. They wrestle with the sheets, hoping to lose the battle and end up trapped in bed with no escape - an escape they don’t want anyway. But something amazing happens every morning. The sun rises. It’s not extremely hurried - almost like it knows people are waiting, so it… Continue reading It Happens Every Blessed Morning
Don't miss what you were created for. It grew strong and lasted through many years. It was fruitful and grew to be proud among its peers. It was an evergreen, a pine to be precise. It's needles lasted in harsh summer and the coldest winters. Where the Tye River meets the James. Unique in its… Continue reading Killing a Legacy
Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. When was the last time you got outside, got away, and got alone with God? Maybe you need to do it a bit this week. It's peak leaf color week according to the specialists, as colorful as it can be in our dry Summer. But get outside… Continue reading Monday Minute
I got Lisa out into the woods. We went up to Blue Ridge Parkway this weekend and drove a bit. The trees are just beginning to hint that leaves will be changing soon ... a smidgen of yellow, a pinch of red ... but a whole lot of beautiful green as far as you can… Continue reading Nothing but a Pile of Rubble
Charles Sweeney. Not a name with whom most are familiar. I hiked the short trails around his cabin, more of a nature walk. As I dug a bit deeper into Charles and this cabin, I noticed a few things about how he is always close, but never quite in the inner circle, never in the… Continue reading Historically Close, but just on the Outside
Yesterday, I ventured out early to do a little hiking. I made my way to Bedford and eventually to the Peaks of Otter area on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Or as Calvin calls it - POO (get it, Peaks Of Otter). As I walked up the Sharp Top Trail to the apex of what was… Continue reading Blustery at the Top
