The Prince of Tides on Flickr.

Tidal Blessings. All good things.

Set a steady heart against the headwinds and stay true to your course. Battered and bruised, set it on course again, and again. What is true will carry it through.

April moonrise and moonlit mist in the hollow. Hocking Hills, Ohio.

Under a Texas Moon | Moonrise Frisco, Texas February 24 2013

Wayfarer on a Wolf Moon. January moonrise from Hilton Head Island, South Carolina.

Faith can move mountains. Fear builds them up.

And not the scenic ones either; those I like to climb or see out the window when out West or in the Smokies.

The Mountains of Fear loom dark and hold-in, bury and isolate. They’re built up on both sides and reinforced with insecurity, resentment, hurt, greed. Amazing just how “mountainous” so many places can become.

But faith can send them crumbling down into insignificance. Hope, courage and an open heart. Rise and transcend. There is so much more.

Under a wandering star, leading the way. #hope

Away in a Manger. The Moon from Broad Creek, December 18 2012

Going Home. November moonset in morning.

“The Holy Land is everywhere.” ― Black Elk

Little Birds