Ramblings from the Mountain -- God for the Age of Aquarius?

[Elizabeth Worley]

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Thirty-four years ago. I am sitting at the breakfast table eating oatmeal with my two sons, Phillip (6) and Geoff (4). It is November and snow has been falling, all night. The hemlocks and rhododendron bushes are bowing under the heavy white blanket. Inside the 100 year old log cabin, it is chilly if we move away from the wood stove.

Geoff is a cherubic blonde, with gray-blue eyes. There is always a humorous tilt to his mouth, as if ever anticipating the next frolic or bit of merriment. Phillip's wise brown eyes see everything, but give up nothing. He is always studying, evaluating the world around him. Public school and Head Start have been canceled due to the snow. It's an unexpected holiday and snow time will certainly play a part in our day. We are already making plans to go sledding up on Billy Cabin Mountain—if we can get the old Willis Jeep to crank. It's temperamental.read the rest...