This fall I fell into a trap. The trap was only metaphorical. It was a trap of noise and busyness. And I didn’t so much fall into it, as I felt pushed into it. Though, if truth be told, it was my own doing. Normally, the fall deer season is an opportunity for me to sit out in the woods and experience some needed hours of stillness, of quiet and of listening. And this fall should have been no different. Indeed, the need for a break from the “noise” of 2020 was as acute as ever. Or more so. However it also s … (read more)
