The bike path has come alive again and so have we. Songbirds call from tree to tree and Bear Creek roars white, frothing up the sides of its banks. My wheels kick up the beeswax musk of crushed cottonwood buds. It is almost unbelievable, this sunshine, streaming unapologetically through vapor lingering in the air. The … Continue reading
Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still it explains nothing. -Mary Oliver- It is mid-October and we are now Day Two into our three days rafting the Rogue. At this point, we are immersed. We spend a majority of our waking hours using the kinetic energy of water and the gravitational pull of the … Continue reading
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
The skin of the planet is fragile. Watch. Listen. You can only listen. By listening, you may see a sparrow warming itself in steam on the corner of your gutter. By listening, you may see the first crocus shimmy up from the frozen Earth. A sentry, the first scout. You may hear the fall of … Continue reading
We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic -Van Morrison- August 2, 2014 on board M/V Kennicott, Alaska Marine Highway System I woke this morning to the gentle rocking of waves and the steady mechanical thrum of the engine below … Continue reading
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
O’Snail, Dextrous, Dilly-dallying, Descending Dependably making your way. Continue reading
As we transect the city streets which look like mirrors, dark and wet with the insistent rainfall, we zip up our boots and our hoods, faces close to the candle just a couple minutes longer to savor the light. The lights burn in markets and tea houses, beckoning those who hang on to their habitual … Continue reading
Is it fear or modesty? I stand too close to see her canvas, but approach slowly, in friendship. You also may like: Reptilian Tasting Flight and you may want to Read more about Vanessa virginiensis, or the Painted Lady Butterfly. Continue reading
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” -Leonardo DaVinci- They resemble small airplanes, container jets, small compact aircrafts that arrive and depart in a business-like way. They fly with intention and they know … Continue reading
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