Otter, who moves easily between land and water, encourages me to linger in my inner cathedral, bathe in its holy well of imagination, then write.<\/p>\n One brief shining: Once again a full table at Shadow Mountain Home, shared with two who will live into the heat of a changed nation, an altered climate, as will Ruth and Gabe, and three old men, loving the future through them all, seeing the struggle ahead but not able to be part of it.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Call it the tragedy of aging. I can see flooded subways, more hot, snowless winters. The hurricanes of political change. Tom, Paul, and I have laid our children and grand children on an altar of our own making. There is no ram coming in their place.<\/p>\n Fifty-three degrees. Yesterday. Scant Snow on the ground. Mid-February. Kate speaking. We’re all gonna fry.<\/p>\n Children and grandchildren we love and cherish face challenges of a scale so outsized I go pale.\u00a0 Michael. Kate. Ruth. Gabe. Ellory. Sylvan. Say their names, too.<\/p>\n Other old white men. Say. No danger ahead. Chained to money, quarterly profit margins.<\/p>\n My mortality sinks into my bones. I love Joe, Ruth, Gabe. So much. And, they love me back, great joy.<\/p>\n “There is a road, no simple highway <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Imbolc and the Moon of Deep Friendship Monday gratefuls: Talking with Paul. His fettucine. Michael and Kate. Ramadan. Mark in far Hafar. Mary down under. Tsundoku. Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names. Sparks of Joy and Awe: Millennials Week Kavannah: Bitachon. Confidence.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I need to focus on confidence this week. Important decisions … Continue reading That path is for your steps alone<\/span> ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.ancientrails.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/page-of-bows-wildwood-tarot-ezgif.com-webp-to-jpg-converter.jpg\")
<\/a>Tarot: Page of Vessels, Otter<\/p>\n
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone”<\/p>\n