Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can’t shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin’ down, I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door. Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door, Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door… —Bob Dylan, lyrics ____________________ I don’t know quite how to speak this week, about how things … Continue reading Vagabond Traveler: Wilderness and Sky…