Thoreau states in Walden: "For many years I was a self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rainstorms, and did my duty faithfully: surveyor, if not of highways, then of forest paths and all across-lot routes, keeping them open, and ravines bridged and passable at all seaons."We are all walkers on this sacred journey of life. And we each play different roles at different times. Like Thoreau, I am a self-appointed inspector of the natural landscape, I inspect rain clouds and raspberry bushes, I watch sunflowers open and slugs crawl up windows, I gather seeds for planting next spring and I notice how some paths are walked more than others, but more specifically I watch my children. Children have this wonderful way of moving us toward the mystical in everyday life. With my children as my spiritual midwives, I find the Divine in the least expected places. And like Thoreau, the surveyor, who kept the bridges maintained for future walkers, I try to keep the bridge open between the physical and spiritual worlds for others to cross. I include on this site essays and ramblings of crossing that open bridge as I walk my midlife journey with my children. A crossing that is surprisingly sacred and curiously full of the material world.
