Roving Archers in the Beloved Land
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Nowhere Archery Spring-Break Camp, 2026
Shire Magic Spring in the Beloved Land beautifully demonstrates courage and aspiration; come out & experience it for yourself. From the curve of the bow to the line of the arrow, between the summons of a campfire flame and the taste of a fire cooked meal, you’re invited to a week of skill and camaraderie.
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WinterHart
Impoverished as the winter woods of the Nowhere Shire appear, core-level work is underway. Another full-drawn moon releases into the dark mark of the new; her ghostly nightlight crafting antlered shadows over snow-dusted earth, while deer scrap the frosty ground for the elixir of winter marrow. Morning comes; birds gather for a share at hoof-torn
SunDog Howl
Our Shire New Year ignited with a late afternoon sundog and a contorting rainbow which resolved into an convergence of opposing arcs. Simmering in a stew of pinks eluding definitive names, the sun became lost in a skyfield of purest, colorless light––like a radiance “behind the sun.” Disarmed before the visionary scene, we reclined in
The Long Drive
December twilight, and a waxing moon looks over my shoulder bored with another obligatory ode. But tonight I’ve got a date with Orion; its a long drive, but he’s got a cool dog and a fine bow––he lost that silly club years ago.
Life on The Range: Wait & See…
The Line-of-the-mark establishes an archer’s orientation on the range, the intelligible path his arrows fly at release. Easily overlooked in practice, the simple act of taking a stand is fundamental. Only then can the range be defined––brought into view. If the range is hosted the archer listens for permission coming in the declarative, “All-clear!” Over
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The Art of Letting Go…
Cycles, like the rise and fall of ocean tides, come and go. Obvious as this is, we’re prone to resent the fact, in favorable circumstances, to the point of illusion. Things and situations that reach to us through intention and struggle often become “objects” of devotion; we give them the possessive pronoun, while in moments
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Arrows and Rain
Rain can spoil an archer’s day, while conspiring with a writer’s muse. Such was tournament day. Decisions taken, plans made, grounds prepared, practice and practice on the Archer’s Green, as our intentions, like raised flags, came into sharp relief. But rhythms more comprehensive than these prevail––sometimes dramatically––and so the geometry of one possibility, with all
Dragon Time
Our vigil nearly done; the fire embers drowning in ash. We watched the full moon go new, then suddenly wax again––a month coiled into 5 hours. We fed our fire on pine knots and burned our way through the dragon, arriving safely on another shore––the moon shared a few secrets along the way. I was
Watery Heart of Winter
December in Montana gave me a chance to renew a brotherhood and walk some remarkable country. The snowfall was significant and taught me new ways of walking. Returning to Georgia in January, the rivers run high and the land saturated from frequent rains; its a different sort of cold here. Water, encountered in so many
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