Story 55 : Lake Cabonga
When we rounded the corner of a large island the wind struck us. The lake changed to emerald green, then black, darkening clouds were encircled by light, and within minutes the lake was boiling.
Lake Cabonga is about a bumpy canoe trip, fear, faith, hope and trust.
Story 56: Levels of Light
“The essence of brightness is always elusive and hidden; we live between endless layers of darkening and occasionally brightening veils.” John O’Donohue
Knowing can’t be blasted into being: blasts of light might shock the system and dredge up secrets but the effect is manufactured and often temporary; knots don’t magically untie at their revelation; and in response, and to protect exposed tender roots we will often hide what moves us, to a deeper, murkier place.