the fulcrum point

Not blindly the decision is made--
tentatively, but it is not necessarily
a bad one. Nor is its alternative,
but that does not matter right now.
What does matter is
this middle ground, the
conversation between right
and right.
To cover with leaves the
agony of indecision--greater than
shame.
It's unavoidable, though,
the dash between dawn and dusk,
and midday offers no sunlit clarity.
Tear off the flimsy leaves, Adam;
they do not conceal your wavering.

when life hands you waders...

...go fly-fishing in the Manistee River! My time at Au Sable in Mancelona, Michigan proved to be some of the most healing time I've ever had. To be in such a raw and alive place was such a blessing--and a great time of refreshment. Some lessons:

There is a lot you can read in three weeks. Sometimes you even get in an

entire season of LOST! We started every morning at 7:30 with community

breakfast (and rotating dish duty) and would sometimes spend up

to nine hours in the field!

The Michigan Department of Natural Resources

has a lot lot lot to learn about the tenuous

relationships between species--especially

stupid flies and stupider caterpillars. These

things were everywhere, and sometimes when

all else was still and quiet, the only sounds to be

heard were the tiny drops of caterpillar poop

falling through the leaves. GROSS.

All of life's stresses can be solved by viewing

the world from the vantage point of the top

of a glorious dune--especially if getting to the

top involved a race. Even MORE so if you

were the winner of said race.

You will get more excited about a rose-breasted

grosbeak sighting than you ever thought possible.

The Mid-West has some remarkably ethereal

celestial occurrences.

Best friends and rivers are

a winning combination :-).