I ascended the steaming hill

To meet with LOR

Who would give instruction

Guidance as to what was next.

Short of breath as I topped the hill

Sat Lor- cloaked and waiting for me.

Sulfur steam and the sound of boiling mud –

I bowed my head

Hearing about what I must make

And then leave for another generation.

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Everyday the scales weighs out our measure

And has the mythical in it.

LOR- now sits in my heart

Giving clear direction

If I will only listen.

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In 1992- John planned a hike across Yellowstone

Sort of a plotted vision quest for us- Willow and Em were 18

The imagination will so quickly agree to wonder_ I have seen it.

John’s mystical adventure for the eight of us

Yellowstone