SUMMIT TO SHORE: Theologically and philosophically informed eclectic ruminations on everything between summit to shore, especially cycling, hiking and backpacking, kayaking, religion, spirituality, philosophy, theology, politics, culture, travel, poetry, and creative writing by John Edward Harris, a progressive Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) Minister of the Word and Sacrament.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Lion’s Head/Rocky Point
It is a chilly, late fall, early winter sort of day—colder here
in the mountains than down in the
I am standing in one of my favorite spots in all the world—Lion’s
Head, or Rocky Point in the Dolly Sods Wilderness Area of West Virginia’s Monongahela
I have been to this rock-strewn outcrop and pine tree studded
sanctuary many times before. As always, I stand in awe.
Here, where warm summer breezes have caressed bare arms and
legs, and winter winds now chill exposed face and hands and even body parts
clad in worsted wool and crinkly nylon.
As I stand in the midst of this wooden, tree lined cathedral;
I look out over the granular stony apse and altar and look out over the Red
Creek drainage far below.
Reaching out to touch a tall, straight, pine trunk in front
of me, I feel its rough, corrugated bark, spotted with sticky sap as the trunk reaches
heavenward toward the blue sky above. + + +
I began working on this at the West
Virginia Writer’s Fall 208 Conference as I responded to a prompt in a Poetry
Workshop presented by Kari Gunter-Symour. The prompt involved thinking about my
favorite place in the world and then describing the scene.
Here is a link to the projects I began at the West Virginia Writer’s Fall 208 Conference. https://summittoshore.blogspot.com/2018/11/poetry-from-west-virginia-writers-fall.html