Riding with the Hunt
The leaves above me rustle and whisper, glints of golden sunlight filtering through an opulent canopy of orange and gold. Now and then, a creature scurries by in the undergrowth and fallen leaves.…
The leaves above me rustle and whisper, glints of golden sunlight filtering through an opulent canopy of orange and gold. Now and then, a creature scurries by in the undergrowth and fallen leaves.…
“Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in England?” a young American asked me at a suburban High School in Ohio. Difficult to answer, somehow: it sounded rude simply to make the obvious point that people were giving…
Halloween has always been a complicated holiday, laced together with many threads of different spiritual traditions and cultural customs. It has always stirred up controversy, morphing into an excuse for mischief and mayhem and a…
Thanksgiving is continuous For those who know: Does not require fixed day and month And Macy's show. Thanksgiving is an act of will For those with much: Iron strength still comes from bended knees. 'Tis not a…
The dawn chill of autumn, Causing fog at the mouth when we speak - The pale sliver of sunlight, Turning the spider webs to crystal dream-catchers - The amber hay bales in the fields, Surrounded…
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