( Read more... )

You came to the river for wisdom? You're on the wrong track. Old Joe was wrong. The cold, dark river don't know sumpin'.

Unreasoning, unfeeling Eramosa! It keeps on rolling, alright. Keeps leaching winter cold and poison out of these Wellington County hills. Do not superimpose your contemporary human concept of magic onto the inscrutable stream ( Read more... )

This morning I started reading through this journal from the beginning, seeking material for a particular project, tagging as I went. It's startling how I've changed since April 2003, and how not. It might be useful to describe my impressions, but they're complicated. Just then I was happier and more socially active than I remember. I was about to ( Read more... )