Last week in the primary election I cast my vote. Just one in oh, so many. Then cynicism took over and reminded me that one vote would not sway much in the vast power struggle called politics. One person holds so little power in many of the varied aspects of life.
Today I went up into the high country for a load of firewood. When the highway was ten miles behind and the little forest road narrowed, just after cresting a small pass through the mountains, I looked out into forty miles of wilderness and at the very edge was a stunning reminder of the power of one.