ONE OF MY FAVORITE chapter titles from my book, Compass Season.

"I Go Up To The North To Feel Small." Here, no summer waves blasting the shore this time of year. Here, no illusion bodies will warm from eternal sunshine.

Rugged. Wild. Formidable. Lake Tanker Country but sometimes even they remain huddled along our shore. I'll share an excerpt from my first book.

"TO LIVE EACH DAY with a sense of our smallness is what draws people to mountains, to ancient sites, to the divine. Awe is more than appreciation. It is this feeling of our insignificance that puts us in the world, in our proper place. It is a willingness to bend before that which is far more transcendent. It is to cultivate mystery.

HERE WE ARE REMINDED that we are but a small part of life. The wild horses continue to run with the waves. The brooding November clouds on the horizon will not move on until they are ready. The banshee snowflakes soon in my headlights, driving east on Highway 61, care little for a reason I went to town."

Have a great, memorable month of November!