Few things exist in this world that fill my heart with more happiness than fall in Indiana. In the words of George Eliot, “my very soul is wedded to it.” I arrived after dark and so could not see much but wide open navy blue as my parents drove me home from … Continue reading
Poetry, music, forests, oceans, solitude – they were what developed enormous spiritual strength. I came to realize that spirit as much or more than physical conditioning, had to be stored up before a race. – Herb Elliot, Olympic champion and world record holder in the mile, trained barefoot, wrote poetry, and retired undefeated. Two weeks … Continue reading
Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic … Continue reading
A Wandering Wino 