These are the tooth marks left by a beaver on a small tree stump along the East Gallatin River.
On Sunday, no one in my family felt much like going to church so we all kind of went in our own spiritual directions. I found myself along the banks of the East Gallatin not far from my house. The quiet endurance of the place really renewed my spiritual energy.
This is a spiritual time of year for many of us, whether we’re talking about our greedy consumerist lack of spirit, or the strengthening and re-acquaintance of our spiritual connections, or our frustration with perceived spiritual hypocrisy in others.
Here’s hoping that we can find commonality within our individual spirits to form our collective spirit. And that this collective spirit can be focused, energized and celebrated.