Balance on the Needle Point
One long horn whistle. 2, 3 seconds, then a pause. I know my Dad is walking following the line to the old growth tree that I put the reel behind. Several hundred feet above the site of the explosion. He walks calmly like he has done countless times over the past 35 years. Arriving at… Continue reading Memories of Trail Blasting: A Personal Reflection
The Needle Point Some of the more profound insights havent come all at once. But rather drips deep in a cave slowly creating beautiful rock formations. Each drip discovering a little more of the never ending creation. The illusion of enlightenment is that there will be Minimal pain and suffering once you reach a certain… Continue reading The Illusion of Enlightenment: Facing Emotional Pain
Twin Oaks Est 1978 