Sawdust Resurrection
Four and a half miles from the end of our hike, we came across a gigantic pile of sawdust…this area had been clear cut and run through the mill. Now that history was mostly invisible except with careful observation…
Finding GOD In The Thin Places
A Hasidic story tells of a rabbi’s son who used to wander in the woods. The rabbi asked his son, “I wonder why each day you walk in the woods?” The boy replied, “I go there to find God.” “That’s very good, son. But, don’t you know that God is the same everywhere?” “Yes,” the boy answered, “but I’m not.”
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