John Otterbacher
Author, Speaker and Adventurer


Image of a chair on a porch

I do love the return of summer, the soft rush of it, the thrust from ground to green, the mating serenade out in the trees, the buzz and hum of it, the heat and sweat and shedding of clothes.  


Image of lake with a mostly sunny sky

“When I was the stream, the forest, when I was still the field, when I was every hoof, foot, fin and wing, when I was the sky itself, no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, for there was nothing I could not love.” Meister Eckhart


Dog walking in the woods

“Yes–the springtimes needed you. Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission. But could you accomplish it? Weren’t you always distracted by expectation, as […]


John Blue Ridge

“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old. They grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez


Image of a path in between the woods during winter

The woods are still tonight. They are not silent. Even as they empty me of the agitation I bring, they speak of a larger encircling self.


John and his wife

Barbara: “I like choral groups.” John: “I like coffee.”


"My Job 1. Love everybody 2. Everything else" paper

On days like this, when nothing I think or do or scratch on paper seems enough, a return to ground…



“If the only prayer you said in your whole life was ‘thank you’, that would be enough.” -Meister Eckharts