A Sense of Direction

A leathery old cowboy named Slim taught me to find my way in the wilderness. He passed out worn compasses with flip-up sight wires and then gave hand-drawn maps to the group of boys surrounding him. “The needle always points to magnetic north. That never changes.”...

Where Is My Growing Edge?

There is a growing edge to life. Plants reach up for sunlight and down for water. Animal cells multiply and grow exponentially to heal and sometimes even create a new life! Muscles grow in response to challenge. Some years ago I found myself wishing I could have done...