fragile light seeps through branches, illuminating webs and dust and longing. leaves remind us of the firey season which fled so fast. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Portland
Escape from Portlandia
Why do people live where they live? What draws them to come together, converging? And what causes them to leave? These are mysteries of humanity that may be contextual, or maybe just a result of our animal selves. We are driven by magnetism and hormones and fear and desire…to live by ample water and food … Continue reading
Carpet
Great spring gusts carpet the ground like the most luscious royal pathway Continue reading
And Yet, Not Enough
“It was about an hour after sunset. The Catlin Gabel campus was completely still all around. But yet, nothing was still at all. Not even the tiny bright green fern sprouting from rich soil. The wind went crazy and there were way too many bird calls around to keep track of, and yet not enough. … Continue reading
Instructions
Pick a flower before the end of the day. Admire its brightness as it turns sunshine into sugar. Watch a bee land on its petals, sniffing out sweetness before you untether it. Continue reading
On the verge
The winter skies are blank- empty like a still pool of water, reflecting. They wait, as we do, for the world to erupt in color and bright song. We need this empty time, these white skies, to recalibrate. We need to take stock of ourselves as we stand, alone. Alone, away from the brightness of … Continue reading
Two-Wheeled Evangelism
I sit at my kitchen table on this overcast Sunday morning, warmed by tea and sheepskin slippers and classical music. My body feels strong and efficient and accomplished. Part of this grounded peaceful feeling has to do with eating healthy and maintaining an active body and mind. But mostly, it’s because I’m a two-wheeled evangelist. … Continue reading
behind the lens
My friend Tom recently lent me his DSLR camera. Turns out, having another nice tool for a detail-oriented writer like me has been kind of nice. I haven’t had much time to do much polished writing lately (in the midst of my community college class, grad school applications, and what else? oh yeah, work) but … Continue reading
Yawn
The sky yawns in great golden gulps as it greets the day in its sleepy way. Good morning. You can start fresh. This day is new. You may also like: A Commute After sunrise The most beautiful thing Continue reading
Screech Owl’s Song
I heard once that it is a beautiful thing to wake up singing. To test one’s vocal chords in that mystery which is the voice, an illustrator for sheet music. Before the sun has peeked over the edge of its nightly slumber, when the moon is till sharp and in focus, this is when you … Continue reading
in the midst 