Dowsing, Ducks, Dynamite and Damnation

Dowsing, Ducks, Dynamite and Damnation

I felt the shockwave through my feet before I heard the thunderclap explosion. Mud flew, water ran and two days later, I had a new pond. Brothers and Sisters, I am a water witch. Water witching, dousing, doodle-bugging— call it what you will, finding unseen things...
The Pond in Winter

The Pond in Winter

A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye, looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. “Home is the sailor, home from the sea.” Whether the voice hails from the salty ocean, a great lake, trickling...
Pondering Ponds

Pondering Ponds

Sit quietly and a pond will bear its soul to you – sharing its myriad sights, smells and sounds – a sort of sensory overload on the gentle cycle. There are several theories as to what differentiates a lake from a pond. Some say a lake is large enough to...