"The Buddhists call it Ānāpānasati, or "mindfulness of breathing" but the hunter calls it the woods. Alone in them he experiences total focus, an effect that limits his breathing to mere non-breathing, as natural as the wind."
A credit to his race and to the peoples of the earth. Listen to the both of them speak in their own way.
"Give me six hours to cut down a tree, and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe"
The beauty that's been left for us to find. Sooner or later, we realize that God's already been there.
They call us "Winter Baptists" here in the north country since we gather together more after the weather turns cold. We get a bit bedraggled like this leaf, but we're tough and we last forever.
The feeling of certainty come to one who was given the choice to decide on his own.