By Marguerite Jill Dye I met Marc Findeisen at the boat landing on Kent Pond where he was about to kayak across the water to check on the loon family. He updated us on the Canada geese and ducks and […]
Tag: Mountain Meditation
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What 4th of July means to me
By Marguerite Jill Dye and Marguerite Loucks Dye Injustice, insurrection, independence, and new beginnings are what the 4th of July is all about. Pilgrims fled Europe for religious freedom and new opportunities. Many risked everything to cross the dangerous seas […]
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“8 Borders, 8 Days”: a worldwide humanitarian crisis
By Marguerite Jill Dye Have you ever felt unsafe in your own home? Can you imagine risking your own and your children’s lives to flee from your country to save your lives? Never underestimate the power of two women on a […]
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Killington contemplations at our Walden Pond
By Marguerite Jill Dye We’ve been hiking up the left side of Mt. Killington from the last patch of snow just above the K-1 Lodge, up Bittersweet and a series of trails and pebbly service roads. We pass the tops […]
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Letter to the American leaders
By Marguerite Jill Dye On the occasion of your 145th day in office, President Trump, and my 45th column in the Mountain Times, I humbly offer Trump and his party leadership this letter which was inspired by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s “Letter […]
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Stepping Stones
By Marguerite Jill Dye A dear friend asked, “Aren’t you afraid of expressing your opinion in such a public venue? I lived through the McCarthy era when people were blacklisted for speaking their truth.” Most of my life I’ve been afraid […]
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Creating Heaven or Hell on earth
By Marguerite Jill Dye Inspiration may strike at the oddest hour betwixt and between deep sleep and dreams, then an idea floats into my head and I have to get up. It can’t be ignored. If I don’t jump up out […]
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Slow down, focus, experience joy
By Marguerite Jill Dye I think of Mom when I wash dishes, and relive my childhood memories. We camped in a tent, then lived in the basement of the ski lodge we built off Roaring Brook Road. Dad stoked the pot […]
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Decluttering for sanity, new opportunities
By Marguerite Jill Dye I considered presenting a second Russian lesson or delving into the “109 paths from Trump to Putin,” but it would take a dissertation to investigate his Russian ties and the trail of Russian Mafia mobsters that lead […]
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Sasha, my Russian shaman
By Marguerite Jill Dye I instantly felt an affinity for the young man and recognized his special gift. I can’t remember how we first met, but he looked like my brother Jack at 38. Sasha lived in the world but […]