Recently I read The Beauty of Ordinary Things, by Harriet Scott Chessman, and I thought I’d share because it’s so different than most of the literature we typically come across today. It’s contemplative, understanding, and forgiving—very much like the spirit of the abbey Chessman presents within its pages. I came upon this book through unusual…
Author: Matt Larson
All Alone on Smarts Mountain
I didn’t expect this. On a beautiful sunny October day, with weather hovering in the high 60s, surely, I thought, someone else would be here. But as I made my way down a dirt road to the start of the Daniel Doan Trail, passing over a couple of wooden bridges that made me wonder if…
A Ghost on the Trail
He came upon me like a ghost,
a wisp of wind along the trail,
but how he startled me the most
by looking anything but frail.
Ascending, strong and agile,
one part bear, one a weathered fox,
he thundered past with a smile,
a panther pouncing on the rocks.
I was caught looking at my phone,
stopped there, just shy of the summit,
believing I was all alone,
my spirit about to plummet.
The Uncanoonuc Mountains
Just to the west of Manchester, NH, lie two hills that you can’t help but notice as you pass through the east side of the city. Last night, at sunset, I found myself catching a wonderful view of them as I drove over roads sloping gently down to the west. In some spots, these bumps…