Timeless Stories: Exploring the Power of Evergreen Content

By Stephen C. Schultz

Having been raised in Eugene, Oregon, I am very familiar with the term evergreen. I grew up exploring the temperate rainforests of Western Oregon. I have spent many nights camping in the rain under cedar, western hemlock, and Douglas fir trees, to name a few. The rhythmic sound of water droplets falling from a hundred-foot tree to the forest floor brings a sense of peace, comfort, and fond memories found nowhere else.

Even though I don’t consider myself a professional blogger, over the years, I have become somewhat intrigued by blogging lingo. I regularly hear that “Content is King,” and every once in a while, I come across an article mentioning “Evergreen Content.” Evidently, evergreen content refers to written material that never becomes outdated.

I was recently reading through some of my older blog posts and was amazed at how many of them contain timeless subject matter. I may have written an article three years ago—or even five—but the principles remain unchanged, even as the years continue to pass.

With this in mind, I have identified a few “Evergreen Articles” from my blog to share with you. Chances are, you haven’t dug deep into the archives of The Interpreted Rock to discover these Writs of Wisdom. Although, for the life of me... I can’t imagine why not!

All attempts at humor aside, I hope you find these evergreen articles thought-provoking, fun, or helpful in some way. If you enjoy them, be sure to share them with family and friends. Enjoy!

Evergreen Articles:

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The Rocky Landscape of Teen Sexuality

By Stephen C. Schultz (Editor's note: This is a very sensitive subject and may be uncomfortable to read. The information in this post is essentially focused on schools and therapeutic programs that have a residential component.) The chairs were all in a half-circle. There must have been over fifty, all filled with students. Banners from various colleges and universities hung from the rafters. The dull roar of multiple conversations, all happening simultaneously, cut through the air and echoed off the walls. I stood in front of the crowd and waited. The conversations and dull roar slowly faded, like a train disappearing into the distance. All eyes were now on me. I asked one question: “Who can tell me what grooming is?” I have spent my career working with families and teens through some very difficult times. I am a partner in a specialty care facility called Oxbow Academy. Oxbow specializes in treating teenage boys from across the globe who are burdened with the socially sensi...

Lessons I learned from a childhood experience with bullying

By Stephen C. Schultz The dew around the window was starting to bead up. In a classic case of chaos theory, the little beads of water gave way to gravity and randomly bounced and bumped their way to the window sill like a steal marble in a pinball game. There was a small pool of water in the cracked and peeling beige paint. I sat facing the window, staring at the small engraved stone nestled in the flower beds. There weren’t many flowers at this time of year. Mostly rhododendrons and Oregon grapes reaching skyward from the damp bark mulch that covered the planter area. The month of January in Eugene Oregon was filled with days and days of mist and fog. In fact, pretty much from October through June was filled with fog, rain, mist, showers, freezing rain and occasionally snow. The local weathermen didn’t bother with predictions about the chance of precipitation; they took pride in developing new adjectives to describe the type of precipitation and how much you can...

The Young Boy and the Rattlesnake

By Stephen C. Schultz (Editors note: This is a story used in a Wilderness Treatment Program. Many come to this program having struggled with depression, anxiety and substance use.) Many years ago there was a young Native American who lived in the very land you are residing in. He decided to seek wisdom by journeying to the top of Indian Peak. As he approached the base of the mountain he came across a rattlesnake that slithered beside him. The snake coiled as if to strike and the young boy moved back quickly in fear of being struck by the snake’s deadly venom. At that instant the snake spoke to the boy saying, “Don’t be afraid of me, I mean you no harm. I come to you to ask a favor. I see that you are about to traverse to the top of Indian Peak and was hoping that you may be willing to place me in your satchel so that I don’t have to make the long journey alone.” The young boy surprised by the snake’s request quickly responded by turning down the offer, stating, ...

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