A late full moon hangs high above the mountain in the western sky, thinly veiled with the high gray clouds of dead winter. Dawn hasn’t broken; I head off to yet another new year of temporal activities.
And I haven’t written in over a year.
Two fall camps in a national forest, a cruise and a New Hampshire visit, a stable year of work where I’ve come into a new realm of maturity, a major project with a huge win at the end of the year. A bountiful garden with a few cottage industry experiments and sales; yet I still lack the land I so dearly desire.
Some scholarly reading, chemistry and paleobiology, geological field work, and America’s founder’s Scottish heritage and accomplishments. Genealogy, and local history.
Looking forward to retirement planning; developing some life-long hobbies and dreams. Horticulture and its products. A childish desire to learn; why, and how the world is the way it is. A little travel. And time with my wife.
Around me people rushing off to the hustle and bustle, the hurry and worry, of our temporal activities. I want something deeper, a connection with what God has created just for us and his glory.