There was a time in my life when I took a boat to work. I traveled 45 minutes down the Intracoastal Waterway between Hilton Head Island and Daufuskie, an island inaccessible by car. Adventure made the commute tolerable for a few years. The fourth year proved burdensome. Before that time, I dreamed of a lazy […]
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It’s another routine morning. My alarm sounds at 5 a.m. I rise toward clarity. Prayer and devotion follow. The newspapers hit my steps at six. I sit down to write. Tomorrow, if tomorrow comes, I will do it again. Most mornings rut this way and I sense peace. But at this moment, life lives me.
I am restless on this chilled fresh morning. Each attempt to settle and focus finds one more distraction claiming my attention. Thoughts are scattered. I’m fidgety. I aim to tidy things before walking to church. Maybe I’m searching for an excuse to avoid thinking about life’s recent dilemmas. My antidote is to take pen to
Up on the mountain, on the Cumberland Plateau, one hour and fifteen minutes from this North Georgia Piedmont, a man can take a trailhead through an old growth forest to a rocky outcropping called Kirby-Smith point. Ambling along on a short hike, the forest transitions from pines and mountain laurels to moss and lichen-covered sandstone.
