“The Bear” – a short story by Charles Brandt

~The Brandt Series~

Introduction – by Bruce

Since time immemorial, the forests and rivers of the pacific west coast bio-region of North America (sometimes known as Cascadia) has held a relationship between the salmon, the bears and the First Nations Peoples.

Today (as always), this interconnectedness extends to all that Is.

View of the North Vancouver Island forests,  mountains and ocean - Bruce Witzel photo

North Vancouver Island – photo by bruce witzel

In 2018 the hermit-priest-ecologist Fr. Charles Brandt said this in an interview:

“I’m a fisherman, and I used to do fishing, catch and release, and I’ve given that up now, because I realized that once that hook gets into that mouth, they feel some pain, and the Buddhists want all pain to cease, all suffering…. The big thing with the Buddhists is their respect for life; that all life is precious, and that’s really influenced me.”

Much earlier (in the 1990’s) Charles wrote “The Bear”, an allegorical narrative as a signpost to this. In its most basic form, it’s a good fish and bear story….

“The Bear”

Black Bear @ the Hermitage, Black Creek - Charles Brandt photo

Charles Brandt photo

   I had never had a bear watch me fish before, although I have watched bears fish. It happened one morning on the Campbell River in mid July. I was in pursuit of summer-run steelhead, the run that had been introduced from the Tsitika River. These fish had been moving into the river since June and perhaps as early as May. For the past several weeks I had been coming into the river in the early morning. Each visit had been an event of outstanding proportions. It was not unusual to beach and release three or four steelhead in a two hour period. The experience never palled. There was always the excitement and anticipation of the first strike which jolted the creative forces and spontaneities of my inner being. The Campbell is the poor man’s Dean, yet rich beyond all telling.

   This morning there was a difference in the air. I waded out comfortably across the bar to the Main Islands Pool to the riffle at its head to the point where the bar drops off somewhat sharply toward the main pool. I had the sense that I was being observed. There were some fishery technicians working on a side channel on the west side of the Lower Islands Pool to provide additional spawning area for chinook. There was that activity.

   Many of us, I recall, were concerned that their work might alter the steelhead lies in the main river. But I sensed something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It wasn’t the sense of bonding I always felt when wading the bar, the bonding with the other fishers of the river, mergansers, goldeneyes, herons and kingfishers as well as the trees along the bank and the other aquatic life in the river itself, but something else. This other life I always sensed was part of the sacred community of the natural world, not a collection of objects, but a community of subjects to be communed with, not primarily to be used or exploited. And the river is always a symbol of the journey that the universe is making, from its primordial flaring forth to the present terminal phase of the cenozoic.

   This “Something Else” was the sense that I was being watched, yet I was the solitary fisherman on the river. When I arrived at the edge of the bar at the head of the pool, I played out line for the first cast. My favorite rod, a Goldenwest ten footer with a matching sink tip line, felt good in my hand. My fly was a No. 6 orange practitioner.

Charles Brandt steelhead fishing - photographer and date unknown

Father Charles Brandt steelhead fishing – likely about the early 1970’s

   Moving slowly along the edge of the bar, covering as far as possible all of the water, eventually I arrived at a spot directly opposite the two dead sitka spruce on the opposite bank. This was the spot that Van Egan had identified for me, as a most likely spot for a strike, especially when your line is hanging directly downstream some seventy feet.

   When the fly is hanging there, usually for a second or two, almost invariably a fish will take. And this morning take it did with a startling force and power that left me shaking with excitement. The fish made a powerful run toward the tail of the Pool where it surfaced in a great gleam of metallic light. Then back to the centre of the pool. She repeated the run, this time almost leaving the pool. I moved rapidly after her and noted that most of my backing was gone, hoping that she would not get into the fast water that emptied into the Lower Islands Pool.

   When I finally began to gain some control of this amazing creature, now with most of my backing returned to the reel, for some reason I glanced over my right shoulder in the direction of the far bank. There it was! Sitting motionless in the midst of the salmon berry bushes and sword fern was a massive black animal, which had to be a black bear. It was peering directly at me, or at the fish on the end of my line. Unlike most black bear that I had encountered along the Oyster or Tsolum Rivers, which usually ambled away from me at a rather fast gait at my approach this critter sat motionless, apparently content just to observe. It had the appearance of a weathered totem, not unlike the ones that I had observed in the Gitsan country.

   Last summer (l992) while fishing the Skeena below Terrace and the Bulkley at Barrets Station, I explored and photographed the Gitsan totems at Hazleton, Kispiox, Kitwanga and Kitwancool. One of the totem crests that figures prominently is that of the Bear.

Alert Bay Totem Poles 2005  cropped - charles brandt photo

Totems of Namgis First Nations ar Alert Bay – photo by Charles Brandt, 2005

   I have always had a deep interest in the mythologies of the Northwest Coast indigenous peoples. They speak of a primordial age before the world became as it is now. A time when finite divisions between humans, animals and spirits had not yet been created, a time when humans could become animals by putting on skins, and animals could become human by taking them off. Everything was interconnected; water, earth, sky and land by beings who could pass through and among them. All was infused and penetrated by the Great Spirit. The totem carvings keep these mythologies alive.


Kispiox Totems  – photo by Charles Brandt, 2005

   Usually when fishing the Main Islands Pool I am able to bring a fish up onto the bar, somewhat downstream of the mid section of the Pool. There in the shallower water I am able to tail and release it in some fifteen or twenty minutes. But today she would not allow me to coax her onto the bar. She insisted with more than ordinary power that she wanted to remain in the Pool.

   Some forty-five minutes after the strike, when she as well as I was beginning to tire, she allowed herself to be drawn onto the bar. I again looked in the direction of “The Bear”. It remained, unmoving. A bit apprehensive now of its presence, I decided to move the fish farther downstream so as to keep my distance from the bear when I would finally be able to beach this remarkable fish.

   Finally, the fish was lying on her side in the shallow water against the berm that separates the Lower Islands Pool from the side channel. I knelt down to release the practitioner from the corner of her jaw. Just before I made the release I again glanced upstream to check on the bear. It was gone! Then I heard movement behind me, something crunching toward me across the gravel. Somewhat terrified, I quickly glanced around. There, towering over me was a large figure clothed completely in black. But it was not a bear, it was George Reid, Head of Fisheries, Ministry of Environment. It was his staff that had produced this marvellous fishery in the Campbell and the cutthroat fishery in the Oyster.

   “Do you know how long you played that fish”, he asked. I replied that I couldn’t remember playing one that long. “I timed you” he said. “It took you fifty-two minutes”. Then, the scales fell away. I realized that the “Black Bear” I had seen observing me from the bank was none other than George Reid in black cords and sweat shirt.

   With the hook removed, the fish drifted slowly downstream for a couple of seconds, caught its balance and the with lighting speed returned to the deep waters of the Pool.

Coho spewing with cuthroat waiting (adjusted) - Charles Brandt

Coho salmon alongside a cuthroat (not a steelhead) – Charles Brandt photo

   As I left the river to make the trek back to the car, George was just ahead of me. I could hear him trudging up the steep trail. A mysterious hush descended on the forest as we climbed the steep bank to the parking lot. I still had several questions for George concerning his work with cutthroat in the Oyster.

   When I arrived at the parking lot seconds behind him only my car was there. The spot where George usually parked was empty. And yet I had heard no car leave the lot. George was nowhere in sight. He had disappeared almost as suddenly as he had appeared along the river.

   As I drove back to my hermitage on the Oyster River, the thought flashed through my mind that perhaps… just perhaps, I had really seen a bear along the banks of the Campbell. The mythologies of our own First Peoples came to mind: their belief that in a primordial age the divisions between humans, animals and spirits had not yet been created and beings could transform themselves from one form into another.

by Father Charles Alfred Edwin Brandt (Yde)   1993


Photocapture from the Namgis First Nations

Image courtesy of  Namgis Nation Umitsa Cultural Center

Charles  Brandt died in 2020 at the age of 97.  His spirit of contemplation and action lives on:

(see hermitage brochure, below)

Copy of the hermitage brochure resized1

Copy of the hermitage brochure resized1

~ Peace ~



Holy Thursday Meditation – April 14, 2022

“The greatest temptations are not those that solicit our consent to obvious sin, but those that offer us great evils masking as the greatest goods.”

― Thomas Merton

Calligraphy drawing of the Atomic Bomb by Thomas Merton

Holy Thursday Meditation


Let’s the world break bread together – not BOMBS!

slides0017 peace parade - bruce witzel photo early 80's

An alternative world view – watercolour by b. thomas witzel, 1992

Rainbow Watercolour, 1992 - by bruce witzel

Peace and love for all,



The upside of down, a Zen reflection

Reflection on the lake Feb. 2018 - bruce witzel photo

The way up is the way down


peace, Bruce

AN INDIGENOUS STORY ON HEAVEN AND HELL – from the Novelist Barbara Kingsolver

Girl in Mexico City Zocalo, October 1992 - bruce witzel photo

      Young Girl With Bread in Mexico City      Bruce Witzel photo – Oct. 1992


Some truths are best expressed in fiction. This is the wonder of story telling. And American novelist Barbara Kingsolver is a literary champion in this regard, and more.

Similarly, the beloved country folk-rock artist John Prine (sadly, an early victim of Coronavirus in April 2020) has said “There’s one thing I’ve learned about writing story songs: If you are writing story songs you better have a good ending. And if you don’t have a good ending, you better have a darn good moral to the story.”

When a friend recently lent me The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver’s first novel published in 1988,  I read it and wept with despair, and with hope. Three decades later it rings true to our times. Especially, the scene from the book I share below – and it has a good ending and a good moral!

The book jacket blurb and a list of characters will help set up the context:

Meet Taylor Greer, who grew up in poor in rural Kentucky with the goals of avoiding pregnancy and getting away. But when Taylor heads west with high hopes and a barely functional car, she meets the human condition head-on. By the time she arrives in Tucson, she has acquired a completely unexpected child and must somehow come to terms with both motherhood and the necessity for putting down roots. Hers is a story about love and friendship, abandonment and belonging, and the discovery of surprising resources in apparently empty places.

Lit of characters, setting and plot background:

· This scene takes place in the kitchen of youthful Taylor and Lou Ann, two single mothers who join forces  to make ends meet by renting a small apartment in Tucson, Arizona.

· The two elderly women are their neighbours – Edna (who is blind) and Mrs. Virgie Parsons.

· Estevan and Esperanza (Hope) are a migrant refugee couple seeking sanctuary in America from death-ravaged Guatemala in the south.

· Turtle is the 3 year old “adopted” child of Taylor Greer, who narrates this scene.

Screenshot - a bit  of the plot of the novel, The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver

Here is the borrowed snippet from The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver –



Estevan produced a package, which turned out to be chopsticks. There were twenty or so of them wrapped together in crackly cellophane with black Chinese letters down one side.

“What is it, eating sticks?” Edna ran her fingers along the thin shafts. “It sounds like a great adventure, but I’ll just stick to what I know, if you don’t mind. Thank you all the same.” I noticed that Edna ate very slowly, with gradual exact movements of her fork. Mrs. Parsons said she wasn’t game for such foolishness either.

“I never said it was foolishness,” Edna said.

The rest of us gave it a try, spearing pieces of chicken and looping green-pepper rings and chasing the rice around our plate. Even Esperanza tried. Estevan said we were being to aggressive.

“They are held this way.” He demonstrated, holding them like pencils in one hand and clicking the ends together. I loved his way of saying, “It is” and “They are.”

Turtle was watching me, imitating. “Don’t look at me, I’m not the expert.” I pointed at Estevan.

Lou Ann came back to the table. “Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked Estevan.

“Ah,” he said, “this is why I like chopsticks: I work in a Chinese restaurant. I am the dishwasher.”

“I didn’t know that. How long have you worked there?” I asked, realizing I had no business thinking I knew everything about Estevan. His whole life, really, was a mystery to me.

“One month,” he said. “I work with a kind family who speak only Chinese. Only the five year old daughter speaks English. The father has her explain to me what I must do. Fortunately, she is very patient.”

Mrs. Parsons muttered that she thought this was a disgrace. “Before you know it the whole world will be here jibbering and jabbering till we won’t know it’s America.”

“Virgie, mind your manners,” Edna Said.

“Well, it’s the truth. They out to stay put in there own dirt, not come here taking up jobs.”

“Virgie,” Edna said.

I felt like I’d sat on a bee. If Mama hadn’t brought me up to do better, I think I would have told that old snake to put down her fork and get her backside out the door. I wanted to scream at her: This man is an English teacher. He did not come her so he could wash egg fu yung off plates and take orders from a five year old.

But Estevan didn’t seem perturbed, and I realized he must hear this kind of thing every day of his life. I wondered how he could stay so calm. I would have murdered somebody by now, I thought, would have put a chopstick to one of the many deadly uses that only Lou Ann could imagine it for.

“Can I get anybody anything?” Lou Anne asked.

“We’re fine,” Edna said, obviously accustomed to being Virgie’s public relations department. “You children have made a delightful meal.”

Esperanza pointed at Turtle. It was the first time I ever saw her smile, and I was struck with what a lovely woman she was when you really connected. Then the smile left her again.

Turtle, wielding a chopstick in each hand, had managed to pick up a piece of pineapple. Little by little she moved it upward toward her wide-open mouth, but the sticks were longer than her arms. The pineapple hung in the air over her head and then fell behind her unto the floor. We laughed and cheered her on, but Turtle was so startled she cried. I picked her up and held her on my lap.

“Tortolita, let me tell you a story,” Estevan said. “This is a South American wild Indian story about heaven and hell.” Mrs. Parsons made a prudish face, and Estevan went on. “If you go to visit hell, you will see a room like this kitchen. There is a pot of delicious stew on the table, with the most delicate aroma you can imagine. All around, people sit, like us. Only they are dying of starvation. They are jibbering and jabbering,” he looked extra hard at Mrs. Parsons, “but they cannot get a bite of this wonderful stew God has made for them. Now, why is that?”

“Because they are choking? For all eternity?” Lou Ann said. Hell, for Lou Ann, would naturally be a place filled with sharp objects and small round foods.

“No,” he said. “Good guess, but no. They are starving because they only have spoons with very long handles. As long as that.” He pointed to the mop, which I had forgotten to put away. “With these ridiculous terrible spoons, the people in hell can reach into the pot but they cannot put the food in their mouths. Oh, how hungry they are! Oh how they swear and curse each other!” he said, looking again at Mrs. Parsons. He was enjoying this.

“Now,” he went on, “you can go and visit heaven. What? You see a room just like this first one, the same table, the same pot of stew, the same spoons as long as a sponge mop. But these people are all happy and fat.”

“Real fat, or do you mean just well-fed?” Lou Ann asked.

“Just well-fed,” he said. “Perfectly, magnificently well-fed, and very happy. Why do you think?”

He pinched a piece of pineapple in his chopsticks, neat as you please, and reached all away across the table to offer it to Turtle. She took it like a newborn bird.


Excerpted from The Bean Trees, Pgs. 105-108 by Barbara Kingsolver


 Other highly praised books and writings by Kingsolver are Prodigal Summer, Flight Behaviour, Poisonwood Bible, and Laguna. She has a degree in biology and has worked as a scientist. For 25 years she divided her time between the borderlands near Tucson, Arizona and the place she now calls home – a farm in the Southern Appalachians.

She is one of my favourite authors.

~ Cheers ~


Two campesino women in Zapotilan del Rio, Oaxaca Mexico, October 1992 - bruce witzel photo2

Oaxaca Campesina Women Preparing a Large Meal    Bruce Witzel photo – Oct. 1992  


In the Wake of Charles Brandt, a Wellspring in Our Hearts

~ the brandt series ~

A photo essay

“We are all fellow-passengers on this planet earth, and we are all of us dependent upon one another for the happiness and welfare of the world in which we happen to live.”

                                                                   Charles Brandt, 1947

Christmas Card 2017 from Charles Brandt

Charles Brandt in the 1960's with the Hermits of St. John the Baptist

  Charles Brandt in his early hermit days, mid 1960’s


The Annual General Meeting of the Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Society was held in early November at the Brandt Hermitage. It began with a short commemoration of frater Charles Brandt who died October 25, 2020. Covid 19 protocols were in place. The twelve people participating included two nurses, two teachers, two community development workers, two carpenters, one medical doctor, one silviculturist, one geotechnical consultant and an Oblate Benedictine, Karen Nicol, who is the active contemplative resident at the hermitage.

All those present gathered on the grassy area overlooking Oyster River. Everyone chose a small rock to hold and then they formed a sharing circle. Willa Canon spoke of the symbolism of stone, its integrity and strength. Bruce Wood read a passage on walking meditation written by Charles. Bruce Witzel welcomed everyone and thanked them for attending.

Each person then shared how they came to know of Charles and the affects his leadership had on them. George Wahl led the closing meditation. Karen Nicol called attention to a bald eagle that flew over our sharing circle, as in giving a blessing.


Bruce Witzel photo

As everyone moved into the hermitage for the Annual General Meeting, the stones were placed into Charles’ small chapel. Afterwards these stones were returned to the outdoors of the hermitage forest, near the wooden sculpture of St Benedict.

Statue of St. Benedict at the brandt hermitage with stones from meromorial 10-04-2021 karen nicol photo (2)

Karen Nicol photo


The purpose and vision of the Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Society is seeking to fulfill the wishes of Father Charles Brandt that the forest and house of the hermitage is to be preserved as a peaceful centre for contemplating the spiritual foundations of ecology and nature as a sacred commons, and as a home for a designated Catholic hermit or other contemplative person who shares this vision, and is dedicated to the environment and a life of contemplative prayer.

“The human community and the natural world must move forward into the future as a single sacred community, or we will perish in the desert. Only the sense of the sacred can save us.” – Fr. Thomas Berry


As chairperson of the Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Society, I welcome you to the Merton House at the Brandt Hermitage and Forest.

Sketch of hermitage -artist unknown

artist unknown

It is clear each of us knows Charles Brandt in different ways. His diversity was profound.

photo compliments Tsolum River Restoration Society

Photo from the Tsolum River Restoration Society

Bachelor of Science from Cornell University for Charles Brandt

Charles Brandt working at a book press

Charles Brandt working at his book press

Priest Charles Brandt works hard for the ecology

Charles in his library 2015-01-31 bruce witzel photo

Charles in the hermitage library – photo by Bruce Witzel

For instance, Charles led the People of God in various church communities for most of seven decades – either as a humble monk or a faithful pastor.

Father Charles Brandt in mid 1960's 2

Father Charles with a Comox Valley Parish, mid 1960’s (photographer unknown)

left to right - Bishops Gary Gordon and Remi De Roo, Charles Brandt (50th anniversery as a hermit priest), Gary McCue - Nov. 5, 2016 , Campbell River BC- b. witzel photo

Bishops Gary Gordon and Remi De Roo with Charles and his nephew Gary McCue (b. witzel photo)

Charles speaking at his 50th znnviersery of ordiantiona as a hermit priest (nov 23, 2021)

My word to you is “Only the sense of the sacred can save us.” – (from Charles Brandt Speaks)

And for those he gathered together in meditation groups and retreats, there was a deep contemplative fellowship linked to a profound ecological and universal consciousness.

spirituality and environment retreat  2 led by Chalres Brandt

Meditation retreat by C.Brandt and with B.Witzel

Island Catholic News Notes from the late 1980’s(Bruce is beside Charles)

From Dream of the Earth, Man Alive episode 1993

Click here for full 1993 Man Alive episode about Charles –Dream of the Earth

At his hermitage Charles was a solitary hermit monk, and he freely acknowledged his loneliness at times.

Water colour painting of Charles Brandt's original hermitage

Watercolour painting of Charles’ original hermitage building – artist G. Cunningham

With the environmental initiatives he helped realize like the Tsolum River Restoration, the Oyster River Enhancement and Friends of Strathcona Park, Charles was always reasoned, gentle and steadfast.

Charles award reception - photographer unknown

Oyster river salmon hatchery under construction in mid 1980's - charles brandt photo

Oyster River Salmon Enhancement Facility under construction in the 1980’s – Charles Brandt photo

BC Achievement award to Charles

2017 British Columbia Community Achievement Awards

Screenshot 2021-12-22 113227 for video on the Nature Inspiration Award from Canada Museum of Nature

Click here for 3:12 video, 2020 Nature Inspiration Award with Charles Brandt

Oyster River near the hermitage - charles brandt photo

Oyster River – charles brandt photo

Pink Salmon spawning grounds Sept 24 Oyster River - charles brandt

Pink salmon in the Oyster River – charles brandt photo

Sockeye at Adams River Haig-Brown Conservation Area - chalres brandt photo

Sockeye Salmon during spawning season – charles brandt photo

As an expert birder and a wildlife conservationist, in his approach he was scientific and awed with reverence  – both quantitatively and qualitatively, through his non dualistic manner of observing and being in the world.

House Finch (female) - by Charles A.E. Brandt

House finch (female) – Charles Brandt photo

Redwing Blackbird (female)- charles brandt photo

Redwing blackbird (female) – charles brandt photo

TrumpeterSwans - Charles Brandt photo

Trumpeter Swans – charles brandt photo

In the arts community and the cultural restoration and book binding world, as well as the paper conservation domains and the museums that Charles worked with he was not only known as a master, he was actually a genius.

Charles Brandt with Sybil Andrews painting from June 1993 Island Catholic News article

Charles at Sybil Andrews memorial – photo from June 1993 Island Catholic News Article

Note about Charles Brandt from Museograme - Jan.-Feb. 1981

Charles as Director of the Canadian Conservation Institute in 1979

Charles as director of the Mobile Conservation Lab – photo from Canadian Conservation Institute

Letter of reccomendation for Charles to Canadian Architecture Institute

Tsolum-River-Mine-Restoration-Story-0083-1400x1049 photo by Taylor Roades of the Narwhal

Charles working in his conservation lab that was located in the hermitage – photo by Taylor Roades

Award to Charles Brandt from University of Victoria 1983-08-02

With much of his life well lived in contemplation and prayer, Charles still found time to meld this with action. He became a loyal friend and a mentor who counselled people to open our hearts, minds and souls – to the earth and to each other.

Charles knew through deep experience that humanity belongs to the earth and that we are an integral part of the incredible web of life.

Spiderweb - photo by Mac Witzel

photo by Mac Witzel (Bruce’s dad, long-time friend of Charles)


He echoed Martin Luther King Jr. who boiled it down to this:

“All life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality tied into a single garment of destiny. What affects one directly, affects all – indirectly.”


Charles wants us to fully comprehend this reality which he knew as Sacramental Commons. Pope Francis calls it integral ecology in his teaching “Laudato Si’ – On Care for Our Common Home”.

Within this understanding Charles believed “we must think like a mountain”.

Mt. Albert Edwards (large), Vancouver Island BC - March 21, '15, charles brandt photo (2)

Mount Albert Edward – photo by Charles Brandt

Each earthly being (human and non-human alike) have distinct and individual patterns – for human earthlings, we have our will.

Thich Nhat Hanh gives an example. Although the lotus flower is different from the mud, it needs the mud. And the mud needs the lotus.

Lotus flower at the Getty Villa - bruce witzel photo

photo by Bruce Witzel

Although distinct, nothing is truly separate. Charles wanted us to embrace this insight. 

And, to “pay attention”.

A quote Charles sent out

from a quote sent by Charles

Charles’ faith was broad and inclusive. His was the basic Christian tenet that we are all One Body with many differing parts – the rich and the poor, the suffering and the voiceless, and the whole earth that sustains all life. This reality is represented in all of the true spiritual and religious traditions throughout this blue-green planet.

earth from space  - the overview institute

Respecting this diversity we must come to communion with one another, Charles said, to form a single sacred community – or we will perish together, in the desert.

In gratitude for your caring love dear brother, frater Charles Brandt


        Bruce Witzel,

              from the Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Forest – November 4, 2021


(excerpt from Self and Environment

It is early morning with its quiet and coolness. I walk out the old logging road to Catherwood Road. Catherwood is my connector to the outside world.

My hermitage is located deep in the temperate rainforest, on Oyster River, British Columbia. The logging road along with other trails through the forest is where I practice walking meditation.

Charles Brandt at his hermitage - by videographer Geoffry Leighton

Image by videographer Geoffrey Leighton

I do not think of the road as leading anywhere. It is the road to nowhere, the path on which I journey and have been journeying for a lifetime.

The hermitage forest and driveway Nov. 2-2017 - Chalres Brandt

photo by Charles

When I walk this road I have no destination, no timetable or estimated time of arrival. I simply place one foot in front of the other, let all my cares, my anguish, angst, fears drop away. My breathing is in harmony with my pace, my pace is in harmony with the universe.

Charles Brandt -  by videographer Geoffry Leighton

Image by videographer Geoffrey Leighton

And although this is the path of nowhere, in reality it is the path of everywhere, because it enables me to be in communion with the whole community of beings, beings which are diverse, interiorized, and each in communion with every other being in the universe.

I become present to the most distant star, and she to me, the ‘complicated web’ of interdependent relationships. Every atom of my being is present to every atom of the universe, and they to it.

The Death of a Star

photo compliments of Nasa – Death of a Star


We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

(T.S. Eliot) 

Humanity is set on a path of exploration that will lead to the realization of the oneness of the human community and the earth community. When that begins to happen and when it does happen we will truly know the place for the first time.

Hermitage forest,  in the video Turning Point - Charles Brandt and Thomas Merton - produced by videographer Geoffrey Leighton

Click here for the film Turning Point –Charles Brandt and Thomas Merton by Geoffrey Leighton

We live in a dualistic, dysfunctional society that is intent on exploiting the natural world. We are in a crash situation, living between hope and despair. We have approached the bottom closely enough for us to begin to realize that we have to change.

Port Alice pulp mill 1989 - bruce witzel photo

 Vancouver Island pulp mill in 1991 –  bruce witzel photo

Victoria Lake under red smoky skies from forest fires 2017-08-04  fran guenette photo

Smoke from Western North America forest fires of 2017 – bruce witzel photo

We sense that if we do not change, the human species could very well disappear.

meditative moment in the Courtenay estuary, Laing property - charles brandt photo

Meditative Moment – photo by charles brandt

There is an attraction force present today beckoning us away from the pit of despair to the hope of a better world. A transformational process has begun that is leading us to a new age, the age of the earth.

Bleeding Heart at the hermitage forest - charles brandt photo

Bleeding Heart – charles brandt photo

This transformation begins with the human heart, in the core of our spirit. We begin to detect a well springing up in our heart. Perhaps it is now only a trickle. But it will never run dry.

Waterfall in the woods! Dec. 31, 2010 - bruce witzel photo

photo by Bruce Witzel

Sometimes it runs more clearly and evenly. At other times it seems to have gone completely underground. It is a life force that needs to be purified so that it will flow continuously.

It will lead to a transformation of our hearts and minds that will enable us to realize the unity of all beings and enable us to reach out with love to every creature in the universe.

Charles Brandt, from Self and Environment – 1997

Deer at the hermitage 2018 - charles brandt photo

Charles Brandt photos

Black Creek, Vancouver Island entering Georgia Straight with the BC's Coastal Mountain Range in the distance - by Charles A.E. Brandt (2)

Black Creek Estuary enters the Salish Sea

Recognizing the sacred in all

~ Seasons Greetings ~



Holly berries at the hermitage - photo by Charles A.E. Brandt

Holly at the hermitage – charles brandt photo


“Have Not–Know Not–Possess Not” – St. John of the Cross

Double exposure photo slide Vancouver, BC during my BCIT days -photo slide by bruce witzel and keith launer

“Double Exposed”  1976 photo slide by Bruce Witzel and Keith Launer

The Christian of the future will be a mystic or he or she will not exist at all

Karl Rahner


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Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park –October 29, 2010

Peace to All

~ Bruce ~




~ the Brandt Series ~


The following guest article has been used by permission of Lara Wilson, Director of Special Collections and the University Archives, University of Victoria (UVIC). It was originally published June 2021 in Ampersands.

Head Librarian Jonathan Bengston came to the Brandt Oyster River Hermitage on March 21, 2021 with a team of people including Lara Wilson and David Young, Records  Management Archivist, to help dismantle Fr. Charles Brandt’s Book and Art Conservation Lab. Many of Charles’ nature photos and others of his collection are also being archived with UVIC.

Future plans are for a working paper and book conservation lab to be opened at the UVIC McPherson Library. It is hoped to include a window wall for the public to observe book and paper conservation in process.

The conservation laboratory and the photographs will continue as witness to some of the many legacies of the hermit monk and Catholic priest Charles Brandt, who died October 25, 2020.


          Bruce Witzel,

                on behalf of the Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Society



EmbossingTools of fr.Charles Brandt - photo by Lara Wilson, University of Victoria Special Collections and University Archives

The hand tools for embossing materials such as leather are made of bronze, date of manufacture likely early 1900s    Photo: Lara Wilson



by: Lara Wilson and Heather Dean, Special Collections & University Archives


Hermit priest, environmentalist, spiritual teacher, and prominent bookbinder, Father Charles Brandt leaves behind many enduring legacies following his death on October 25, 2020, at the age of 97. Among them is his bequest to the University of Victoria Libraries of equipment, tools, and materials from his Hermitage’s conservation lab and bindery, located on the Oyster River at Black Creek on Vancouver Island.

Father Brandt was inspired to move to Vancouver Island to join the Hermits of St. John the Baptist, established in 1964 near the Tsolum River at Merville. Brandt, originally from Kansas City, Missouri, obtained a divinity baccalaureate from Nashotah House Theological Seminary in Wisconsin. Prior to moving to Vancouver Island, Brandt lived in a number of abbeys in the U.S, including St. Gregory’s Abbey (Shawnee, Oklahoma) where he worked as a bookbinder. Brandt sustained his life as a hermit priest through his bookbinding work. Trappist monks in Oregon sent Brandt the bookbinding equipment, which provided Brandt with the foundations to establish his own bindery on Vancouver Island.

Brandt, who had a Bachelor of Science from Cornell University (1948), was passionate about the environment. He eventually moved his hermitage from the Tsolum River to its present location on the beautiful Oyster River, where he lived for nearly 50 years. From his hermitage, Brandt engaged in conservation activities, not only preserving books and historical documents, but also advocating for preserving the natural world. The interconnection between his spiritual life and the natural world can be found in his books Meditations from the Wilderness (1997) and Self and the Environment (1997).

UVic Libraries was among Brandt’s clients and his bookplate can be found tucked into a number of volumes. The business card for the Brandt Conservation Centre, lists the following services:


Restoration & Conservation of:

Works of Art on Paper

Archival Materials: Maps, MSS, Parchments, Photographs, Newspapers, Broadsides.

Books and Pamphlets


Fine Binding


Emergency Recovery Services

Surveys of Libraries, Archives & Fine Art on Paper Collections


Prior to the recent pandemic restrictions, UVic Libraries staff oversaw the packing and transport of the bequeathed materials to their new home, in the nascent print room of the Mearns Centre for Learning – McPherson Library. In the coming years, these materials, along with equipment and supplies from additional bequests and gifts, will be utilized through experiential learning opportunities for UVic students, as well as through workshops and other public programming. Among the materials received were book presses, binding leather, marbled endpapers, a skiving machine, Fr. Brandt’s custom watermarked archival paper, papermaking screens, embossing tools, gold leaf, and a massive “Robust” paper cutter.


Lime green robust cutter

The “Robust Cutter” is for cutting cardboard, date of manufacture c. 1970s. Photo: Lara Wilson

The Hermitage will live on as a spiritual retreat, with the 27 acres placed in a land conservancy and the property bequeathed to the Comox Valley Regional District. Fr. Brandt’s bequests will enrich our communities now and in the future. To learn more about Father Brandt, please see Brian Payton’s article in Hakai Magazine, “The Oracle of Oyster River.”




Post script photos


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Charles Brandt working on a binding at his hermitage conservation lab – photo by Grant Callegari



An example of Charles Brandts book bindings and leather work - photo courtesy of Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Society

One example of Charles Brandt book binding and fine leather work – photo from the Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Society



From Book Arts, 2014 volume 5, number 1 - saved by Brandt Oyster River Hermitage Society

Conservators and staff who took part in the Mobile Conservation Laboratory 1979 pilot project pose outside the Canadian Conservation Institute in Ottawa. Each conservator holds a tool of their trade. Charles Brandt (center) holds a Japanese paste brush.

Photo is courtesy the Government of Canada, Canadian Conservation Institution and from Book Arts 2014 – volume 5, no 1


 ~ peace ~




Harvest Homestead Reflections

“All ethics so far evolved rest upon a single premise: that the individual is a member of interdependent parts . . . The land ethic simply enlarges the boundaries of the community to include soils, water, plants and animals, or collectively, the land.”

Aldo Leopold


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Harvest Homestead Reflections


Cauliflower, white and purple 2021-09-19





One of many winter squash 2021-09-21




spider in rasberry patch 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo


“The spider’s lesson is to never be greedy. It shows that objects of necessity can be objects of beauty and art as well. The spider also teaches us that we can become too easily enraptured with ourselves.”

Marlo Morgan



Kids garden art next to winter squash 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo



Jalapeno peppers in greenhouse 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo




Garden arbour amidst west coast rainforest 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo


“The patches of bluets in the grass may not be long on brains, but it might be, at least in a very small way, awake. The trees especially seem to bespeak a generosity of spirit . . . We know nothing for certain, but we seem to see that the world turns upon growing, grows towards growing, and growing green and clean.”

Anne Dillard


Smokebush in the forest 2021-08-19 bruce witzel photo




Lily by Japanese Maple 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo


“It may be more appropriate to think of ourselves as a mode of being of  the earth, than a separate creature living on  the earth. Earth does not belong to us, it is us.”

Elizabeth Roberts



Chard and cabbage and waning peas in raied beds 2021-09-19 bruce witzel poto





Chard harvested 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo




Sunflower closeup 2021-08-19 bruce witzel photo


“From the forest and the wilderness comes the tonics and barks which brace humanity.”

Henry David Thoreau



Ninebark next to heather 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo




Ripening of tomatoes 2021-09-19 bruce wigtzel photo


“Return to the land means recovering something of the biorhythms of the body, the day, and the seasons from the world of clocks, computers and artificial lighting that have almost entirely alienated us form these biorhythms.”

Rosemary Radford Reuther


Heather looking at meditation point looking south down the lake 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo




Cucumbers, zuchinni, winter squash, pcikles and chard in our harvest kitchen 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo




Wintry pantry and jar room almost full 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo



Mountain ash begin to turn colour as sentinel to our solar home 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo


“There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy  of wind.”

Anne Dillard


Sunflower in the forest 2021-08-19 bruce witzel photo




View south from our deck 2021-09-19 bruce witzel photo



Lone cosmos 2021-08-19 bruce witzel photo


“I would insist that our love for our natural home has to go beyond finite, into the boundless  – like the love of a mother for her children, whose devotion extends to both the gifted and the scarred among her brood.”

Barbara Kingsolver



Autumn sky that eventually cleared 2021-09-19


~ Peace and Love ~



Britney Keeley’s opinion piece on Treaties

At school in early Spring my grand daughter’s grade 4 class had to write their opinion on this question:

What do you think of the treaties that were signed between the First Nations and the Canadian government? Share your opinion below.


With my grand daughter Britney’s permission I share her written response here:

I believe the treaty agreement was unfair, because the First Nations did not get all they were promised. Another reason is that they already had that land from the Creator. Also, the wolfers were looking for horses in the mountains and they came along the First Nations and killed them for no reason when they did not have the horses. And that is why I think the treaty was unfair.

by Britney Penelope Keeley


Brit's opinion piece about treaty rights


Fran and I have had four lovely weeks together with both of our grand daughters. They leave for their Alberta home tomorrow. Here are a few other images and notes.


Brit and emma at yoho park 2021-07-13 bruce witzel photo

Britney (left) and Emma (right) at Takakkaw Falls in Canada’s Yoho National Park in early July when we drove back to British Columbia in early July.  In the local Cree language “Yoho” means awe or wonder, “Takakkaw” means magnificent. 


emma, brit and fran at lake louise 2021-07-13 bruce wtizel photo

Emma, Brit and Francis at Lake Louise in Alberta – July 13, 2021


picnic at yoho 2021-07-13

Our picnic at Takakkaw Falls with Emma, below.


Emma at yoho 2021-07-13 bruce witzel photo



The next two photos were taken at Duck Lake, Saskatchewan on August 3, 2005.

They speak of the treaties and promises. Well – the broken promises.


Duck Lake and a Broken Treaty



Broken Treaty Mural at Duck Lake, Saskatchewan




Brit when she was six in 2017

Brit - 6 years old



Cheers for peace,


Bruce and Britney




Along with this beautiful full moon I experienced while driving home last night, what follows is something else to ponder…


Full moon over North Island forest and logging road at 10.30 pm  2021-06-23 bruce witzel photo


From the lessons of Coronavirus, we now know for sure that many areas require system change – take Senior Care homes for example. The 2020 book The Sustainable Economy by Robert S. Devine, which I introduced in my previous post What is the Price of a Human, suggests at least these nine items to help bring about fundamental systemic change:


1) Redesign corporations

2) Institute fees and caps on the extraction of virgin materials

3) Bolster public services

4) Dial down the stock market’s obsession with maximizing shareholders returns

5) Expand parental leave

6) Provide a sufficient minimum wage

7) Support organized labour

8) Infuse trade agreements with strong environmental and social provisions

9) Restrict advertising. (I like that one!)


These suggestions are courtesy of Gus Speth, past dean of Yale Forestry and Environmental Studies and  co-chair of the The Next-System Project.

The Sustainable Economy  was well researched, detailed and insightful about current problems and solutions.


Now I’m half way through Bending Towards Justice, by US Senator Doug Jones. As the late Rep. John Lewis writes in praise about the book: “Facing the truth of our dark past with honesty and humility is the only way this nation (USA) can heal these deep wounds.”



In closing I’ll quote from one of my personal heroes (an economist) :


“Everywhere people ask: “What can I actually do?” The answer is as simple as it is disconcerting: we can, each of us, work to put our own inner house in order. The guidance we need for this work cannot be found in science or technology, the value of which utterly depends on the ends they serve; but it can still be found in . . .  traditional wisdom . . .  

The real problems of our planet are not economic or technical, they are philosophical.”


E.F. Schumacher, author of Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered




Through all our deepest ponderings, let’s opt in for the wisdom of the good earth!


Cheers, Bruce 


Francis and I in our garden, summer 2020 - Darrell McIntosh

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