Silent Passages of My Soul

  
Brothers and sisters, I'm back.

It took a little longer than planned, as a lady named Sandy blew down some huge old trees that blocked the only access road to my cabin. My winch and chain saw will never be the same.

Over the past few months, I've spent a lot of time, alone, dwelling in some very dark places. The deafening silence that gave me comfort and solace also provided an epiphany for the days ahead. That journey, my friends, will not be for the weak-kneed or faint of heart.

For the record, I played no role in the recent revelations about the DEP failing to disclose contaminants in water supplies that were caused by drilling and fracking. None whatsoever.

Someone once called me a renegade. It stuck.

Stay strong.





PLR


Renegade