Author: Michael Stevens

I wrote this on Friday the 13th and the day was rather uneventful. It is supposed to be unlucky, but I did not notice anything unusual. Actually, it was quite a nice day, albeit...

I am looking through a box of memorabilia and discover my grandfather’s fountain pens. They were handed down to my father and then to me. With a little loving care, the pens could be...

Central Oregon recently experienced a few days of freezing fog. It was so dense it created small local snowfalls, made the road surfaces quite slick, and prevented planes from landing at our regional airport....

I often muse about trees and their amazing resilience. They survive intense winds, rain, snow, hail and even lightning strikes. They do not complain, they simply bend with the energies present. There is a...

Below is a Hopi prophecy for our times. It felt right to quote the entire message… You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell...

This morning, the sun arose in a cloudless sky—turquoise blue from horizon to horizon. Birds are flapping and preening while taking a drink at our water offering. The now bare trees, having shed their...

I am writing this a few days before the 2024 presidential election. Both candidates have descended into a war of words warning about the opposition. It is not about policies, it is about personality....

The night is drawing a shade over a gray sky on this cold autumn day. I notice a chill more characteristic of winter teasing its way into the air as trees and plants retreat...

The land is very flat and spacious in this part of the great plains just beyond the vision of the Rocky Mountains. I am ten years old and spending the summer here at my...

I awoke this morning following a very strange and wondrous dream and I did not feel like I occupied a body. Looking at my hands, they seemed to belong to someone else. Reaching to...