Caol Áit

Sometimes finding the path means hacking, and crawling, and sliding.  You may even have to blaze some sections yourself.

The young ones in our lives are the compensation for what time has taken from us.  

The evening rain takes the edge off the heat of the day, and cleanses the skies.  

Papa Rod, and Red work in the heat, and Papa Rod wonders if he should have adopted a mouser instead of a Coon Hound.

Red and Papa Rod get to know one another in a normal day's work.  

Papa Rod adopts a new Farm Friend.

Papa Rod depends on his Dad to get through the day's work.

Looking for the intersections of our commonality in the beauty of our diversity. 

Night sounds, day sounds, pleasant sounds, unpleasant sounds.  Even silent sounds.  

Pondering the behavior of the critters.

Papa Rod prattles on and on about work done before eventually arriving at some thoughts about the valuation of that work, and of the equipment with which the work is done.

Papa Rod wages war on the thieving critters.

Papa Rod ponders what it might mean to examine himself before receiving the bread and the wine.

Pondering the way our family roles change as we grow up, and even pondering growing up.

Papa Rod grieves the loss of Selah, recounts pleasant memories, and shares gratitude for having family to share the emotions.

Papa Rod bids farewell to his faithful farm dog.  

Pondering whether we might have come to use only parts of ourselves as we wander through our day to day.

Pondering campfires again - and other sources of illumination.  

Pondering the benefits of hanging out with the trees.

Papa Rod wonders at how many individual birds might be in the yard.

Pondering the blessing of a body that is capable of a hard day's work.

Papa Rod pores over the susurration in his soul, and wonders at whether the trees relate. 

Papa Rod gets some help for the too heavy, and Uncle Scott breaks the John Deere mower!

Papa Rod is not only good at breaking stick tools - he's also very good at breaking mowers, and tractors, and trucks!

Selah and Papa Rod attack the way overgrown grass.  Papa Rod ponders the tall grass as a metaphor.

Pondering where the Climax is in this story of life.

Papa Rod and Selah get the last work done before heading back to real life.  

Papa Rod and Selah try to get some work done during Spring Break.  The Paschal Moon begins.

Papa Rod and Selah make it back to The Farmhouse for new adventures.

Gathering with family to give thanks is truly something to be thankful for.

Selah returns to The Farm after a hospital stay and turns into a puppy again.

The Family from afar gather into The Farmhouse Yard for a moment of beauty.  

Who we are is an amalgam of those who came before us.

Burnpiles can represent what was not to have been, and the evening rain can dowse the fires, and take the edge off the work.

Learning to be in every moment, to notice every noticeable thing, and to be grateful for all of it.

It's a day with a great amount of wildlife encounters!

Papa Rod breaks every tool he puts to work.

It is fun to watch people who are really good at what they do.

Pondering the right ways to be in our moments.

Imagine a world wherein you find pleasure in everything there is to do.

Man, Man's Best Friend, and Man's Best Tractor working together to get the job done.

Papa Rod is befriended by newborn fawns.

Perhaps we do better to ponder big things in the contexts of our small day to day, rather than trying to apply big theories to our small realities.

That moment when the sun has moved far enough north to illuminate the shadowed side of the hill.

Let's explore intentionally curating sacred space and time.

Papa Rod free-associates and rambles on about whatever pops into his head.

We do well to tend that which we have cursed, until the curse is lifted and we sit together in the shade of the Unencumbered Birch.

Getting work done with family before Autumn takes over completely.

Pondering your mortality needn't be a morbid affair.