Karen and I decided to do something this summer that we had never done before. We rented an RV and drove through Kansas, Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Colorado with our friends Bob & Sheila. Why? Perhaps this western wandering was a grasping after the nomadic ideal, a searching after stories about the land and…… Continue reading This Land That I Loved Young
Tag: Spirituality
RV 7 . Coming Home: These are the Days
We have wandered the west lassoing Wyoming, and taking in OK, KS, NE, SD, ID, and CO. My Dad loved wandering vacations so he took his teenage brother, his parents and three Taylor children and drove the eight of us to California in a Chrysler Imperial that looked like a batmobile. My dad had always…… Continue reading RV 7 . Coming Home: These are the Days
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Bob and She She Karen taking in some mountain scenery Bob still loves an atlas…”one should be still keen enough to know when to continue wandering in a particular direction…” Highway 16 Lake in Bighorn Mountains Bighorn mountains Prairie shower was brisk Sunday night pork beef burgers in Graybull Graybull KOA A drugstore opened in…… Continue reading RV three
RV two
Zephyrus, the Greek god of the gentle west wind appeared at our Redwater Revival Camp last night just a stones throw over the South Dakota border into Wyoming. As one local proprietor in Spear Fish phrased it, “I wouldn’t give you a plug nickel for the rest of South Dakota.” It’s beautiful here. Tomorrow we…… Continue reading RV two
Hiking Like Elijah
Abraham Joshua Heschel said, “I did not ask for success; I asked for wonder.” Wonder is one of the reasons I stare at constellations, marvel at newborn babes, and hike with my son. We have hiked many miles over the years. Waterfall near Ithaca, NY The best part of hiking has always been wondering what’s…… Continue reading Hiking Like Elijah
Butch, Sundance, and Jimmy
Yesterday, sitting in my recliner on a Sunday afternoon, half-awake, my cell phone rang. It was Jimmy. I knew he had just been released from OU Medical Center in Oklahoma City. I jumped from my chair and ran outside because my phone has lousy reception inside the house. I sat down on the diving board…… Continue reading Butch, Sundance, and Jimmy
Discovering the Holy Among the Profane in Fifteen Minutes
I grew up in a home that severely limited my creative outlet of language…I wasn’t allowed to curse, nor was I given the freedom to vent with words that hinted of the real four-letter curse words, the baby curse words like heck and shoot and darn. These were deemed unpolished and tainted by the very…… Continue reading Discovering the Holy Among the Profane in Fifteen Minutes
Flashes of Wonder
If I wrote like my wife talks, I’d write narrative like a kid writing home from summer camp, “I had oatmeal for breakfast and we played softball and I outran all the boys in a foot race and we had hamburgers for dinner…” But, I write like a Red Bull-drinking cat on a hot tin…… Continue reading Flashes of Wonder
Megan’s Hands
My daughter Jenna and I have a special hand shake thing which is difficult to describe but something that we’ve done since she was very young. It’s our secret and I can’t entirely divulge how it works, just that’s it’s our special hand to hand bond that she know’s me and I know her and…… Continue reading Megan’s Hands
No Man is an Island
I wandered over to the headstone of my Grandpa Jesse Davis after Aunt Becky’s graveside service and while standing to the side of his bones (Grandma Mildred told me to not step on folks in the graveyard…it’s not respectful), I pondered his death. Born in 1901…died 1969. I commented to my contemporary fifty-something cousins, I…… Continue reading No Man is an Island
