I sit quietly at water’s edge in anticipation of journey and discovery waiting for the world to awake.

Patience, the sun must first talk to the clouds, for it is they who are the gatekeepers of light to the earth.

Like children to the teacher clouds respond to the sun organizing in rows then in fits of expending energy rapidly dissipate to play in the sky.

Reflections dance lightly on surface stirred by wind without meaning until our minds probe beneath seeking the essence of the image

Listen to the forest with your eyes. Each tree a community leaves transforming energy roots mining mineral sharing the abundance symbiots in gratitude protectingly encompass the trunk.

The madrone’s branches contain a history of the quest for light. Some in sacrifice must die ghosts of the competition remaining in place long after life expires protecting those who continue to reach for the sky.

Tolkien teaches of the profundity of trees through Fangorn. Look for yourself at these ancient species for they proudly wear the history of battle with the elements.

Feed the senses through the garden. The soul will follow down the ambrosia path seduced by color and fragrance.

The search for guidance and safe passage through the straits of life looks first to mother then community finally within.

I am alone at the edge between sea and sky land and water where life unfolds in dynamic rhythm. I climb upon the rock seeking vision purpose.

Though you tell me of the world you inhabit, lost in translation I see only a landscape washed in alien light, across infinity we share a precious gift rich imagination.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside! ‡ Crouching Man (Bronze) , Kevin Pettelle, Westcott Bay Reserve, San Juan Island ‡ Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

There will be no unanswerable questions on this day. I will open myself to the universe and celebrate life. Salutation (Bronze), Kevin Pettelle, Westcott Bay Reserve, San Juan Island

No journey is tiresome that opens to new vistas revealing discoveries to be made mysteries to solve.

Oddly, the local pub holds greater attraction to many men than any far off pavilion. Perhaps it is here that we best create community myth.

No space more profoundly celebrates humanity than that dedicated to communication with ourselves with god with an infinite universe.

The places where we intern our ancestors are the places where we may best reflect upon our own lives.

At days end the children gather once again to say goodnight to the sun. Can we play together again tomorrow?