Friends,
How do you fantasize about the Barrens? When you paddle through a cove of pond lilies and blue flag, crystal blue sky overhead, and
swallows dipping down over your boat or red-winged blackbirds fluttering
near you, and off in the distance you can hear the rushing chute over
a beaver dam...what do you think of? Are you seized by the present
moment, a here-and-now epiphany, an immediate sense of the ubiquitous
divine, or do you wander back into the ancient past, imagining the long canoes of the Lenni Lenape traversing dark waters and sunlit swamp
maple glades? Or perhaps you go even farther back in time, imagining
receding glaciers etching out the watercourses, or submerged under
twenty feet of sea water a deceased shark losing its teeth in the sand?
Or do you, now and again, cast your feelings into the future? Does the
future seem as serene and beautiful as the present moment? When a
summer torrential downpour creates a heavy sheet of water all around
your boat, do you imagine the future. Is it all just rainbows after the
storm? Reverentially, Bill Wiegand
How do you fantasize about the Barrens? When you paddle through a cove of pond lilies and blue flag, crystal blue sky overhead, and
swallows dipping down over your boat or red-winged blackbirds fluttering
near you, and off in the distance you can hear the rushing chute over
a beaver dam...what do you think of? Are you seized by the present
moment, a here-and-now epiphany, an immediate sense of the ubiquitous
divine, or do you wander back into the ancient past, imagining the long canoes of the Lenni Lenape traversing dark waters and sunlit swamp
maple glades? Or perhaps you go even farther back in time, imagining
receding glaciers etching out the watercourses, or submerged under
twenty feet of sea water a deceased shark losing its teeth in the sand?
Or do you, now and again, cast your feelings into the future? Does the
future seem as serene and beautiful as the present moment? When a
summer torrential downpour creates a heavy sheet of water all around
your boat, do you imagine the future. Is it all just rainbows after the
storm? Reverentially, Bill Wiegand