This is the trunk of the oldest Sycamore tree I know. I would have seen this enormous trunk as a very small child growing up in the St. Stephan's parish in Columbus, Ohio where I grew up. Back in the day we had picnics under this tree and it had more trunk. I love the characteristic puzzle like white bark. I took my Mom to church there this a.m. for a mass for my little brother Patrick, who would have been 45 today.

If you dedicate yourself to service, the doors will open.
Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan Alchemical Wisdom

I haven't really used my blog for the potential it has as a writing tool for quite a while. Alot of my energy as a writer goes into the hardback journal and the rest fizzles out onto facebook.

When I think about what exactly I would write about if given the chance to do it for months (and be supported financially) for it, I tend to lean toward what would make the greatest impact.

I think this must be a Libra cell within me that resists writing for the sake of writing. I t must stand for something , do some great justice.

Hmm, should I write about the years hiking and teaching in the woods with kids of all ages? Did I learn anything beyond that I love being outside always? Did I learn alot from those kids? You betcha. But I learned " things that is in all of our guts". We all have these needs. Some are mere Thneeds, as Dr. Suess says, Things that you think that you need". We all need food and water and air to survive. We are all better off with shelter and love as well.

Should I write about the plant world or the feeling I get when I am around animals? Should I write and tell everyone that I know to drop everything, go buy enough seeds to feed you for an entire year and do everything in your means to make sure that they sprout and thrive this spring. That you can save those efforts in jars and containers . Save those seeds. Be concerned with nothing more than feeding those around you.