One day I needed a fondue pot. A fondue pot is not something one wants to buy. I have lived over 18,000 days now, and ... Read More
(From the Bench at the Bend in the Trail)
Remember: each word is a mystery,
A thing to be handled like fire or love.
Tramp like a fool through the whispering wood
And you’ll never lay eyes on the singer.
Carefully, carefully, stand back and wait.
Watch where the word goes, behold how it moves:
Its nuance and hue, its contour and weight–
It flits like a finch, just over the page.
Only at last, when it trusts you enough,
It alights and allows you to write it.
As a singer-songwriter and recording artist, Andrew has released more than ten records over the past fifteen years. His music has earned him a reputation for writing songs that connect with his listeners in ways equally powerful, poetic, and intimate. He has also followed his gifts into the realm of publishing. His books include the four volumes of the award-winning Wingfeather Saga.