The Necessity of Solitude

The Necessity of Solitude

A Selection from Seasons of Contemplation: A Book of Midnight Meditations Who are we without our influencers; without our addictions; without our media-induced hungers? So often the voices we hear echoing in our mind are not our own but that of our...
Summer’s Passing | Poem

Summer’s Passing | Poem

        An excerpt from Fleeting Moments of Fierce Clarity: Journal of a New England Poet   Sparks from the fire were cast into the sky— for a moment able to live as red stars of the Milky Way. The balance tips and we pass into the darkness. the days of long-daylight,...
Luminaria

Luminaria

  Sturbridge, Massuchusetts Publick House Est. 1770, December 2010 “Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort that is. ” —Louisa May Alcott, Little Women Early December is by far my...
Wild Silence

Wild Silence

The following is featured in the spring 2015 edition of The Wayfarer.        “Simplify. Simplify.” –Henry David Thoreau Thoreau’s celebrated urging has become a modern necessity. Now more than ever, we must fight to preserve our consciousness, and...
Every Journey is a Pilgrimage

Every Journey is a Pilgrimage

As readers, we live vicariously through the adventurers of our generation. We read the chronicles of those who left the comforts of home to strike out into the untamed and unknown, and through absorbing their experiences we are emboldened to heed our own yearnings for...
My Religion is New England

My Religion is New England

  My Religion Is New England —A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries Image © by L.M. Browning     My feast days come When the apples are ripe And the blueberries Hang heavy with juice.   My communal wine Is the crisp salty liquor sipped From the oysters that grow...