The mundane grows weighty,
like an overused muscle Continue reading “Second Wind”
Second Wind
Prayer for Hunters
Remember the Wilderness
When Conquering Mountains
Shoot for Still
This morning I did a little “group therapy” as hunters like to call it, and was struck by how much stillness it takes to make a good shot. Continue reading “Shoot for Still”
You Are Stronger
You think I’m strong because I hunt and harvest big game. But you—you who devote every ounce of energy to keeping your family fed by working inside or outside of your home—you are stronger. Continue reading “You Are Stronger”
Of Souls and Summer
*Dedicated to the memory of Gideon Tooley, who spread sunshine, shared sunshine, was sunshine.
The Tulip
So God Made Me A Hunter
I was hungry
for more than just meat.
My spirit sought adventure.
It yearned to reach mountain heights and
see valleys in a new light.
I longed to creep softly through the trees
with heightened senses. Continue reading “So God Made Me A Hunter”
Quiet Strength Is Just As Strong
As a girl who grew up in a TV-less home, I was clueless about heroines such as Wonder Woman or Bat Girl. But I did cross paths with the likes of Esther and Deborah in the Bible, and Florence Nightingale and Rosa Parks in my history books.