It’s dogwood season. The time when color comes back into the world, fragile green leaves craving the sweet kisses of sunlight. They (and we) gather it close, soaking it in, feeling the fresh breaths of spring. Outside my back door is a dogwood tree. Most of the year, it grows unassumingly out of a concrete-enclosed hole … Continue reading
“Stars, you are the heavens’ flock, tangling your pale wool across the night sky, bits of oily fleece catching on barbs of darkness to swirl in black wind.” -from “The Heaven’s Flock” by Paulann Petersen, Oregon Poet Laureate We look upwards for answers. When the sun sets, blushing the sky and then sneaking away around … Continue reading
I am very lucky to have spent this New Years weekend in Seattle in the presence of my best Seattle friend, a person I lived with and spent most of my time with for the majority of four years. The past year and three months have been a realization of adulthood, as the two of … Continue reading
The color of the sun is everywhere, making its slow descent. Yellow, gold, orange, pink, glowing light- every shade of the passing day. The light transforms everything into beauty- the spaces in between the leaves on the trees, the shaft of light stretching along the kitchen floor, a glow illuminating the bowl of yesterday’s tomatoes. And your eyes, … Continue reading
It’s these mountains, they call to you, peaks and valleys alternating, reaching out to meet the sky. But always just one step too far away. Their dark blues mingle with the light blue of the sky and the green velvet of tree tops spread out across the wide shoulders of the mountains like a luxurious … Continue reading
The Marquam Trail- evening light coming through the trees, brightest green and dusty light brown. Particles floating through the soft setting sunlight Spider webs- so strong. How long does it take the make? How are they made? Why do they keep sticking to me? What do spiders have to tell us and what can we … Continue reading
Sometimes you take a break. You go to school, you move away. But then you come running back to me like a lover who realizes that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Move away, go ahead, but you’ll be back to this park, in your city of warmth and charm and niceties. Of quirky neighborhoods, … Continue reading
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