Last week I had a photo come up on my Facebook memories from Trillium Lake. It wasn’t my photo. I have never been there. Not the lake OR Mt Hood. But it was calling to me … And so I knew I was going. Checking the…
I like to think I’m a hopeful person. Packing up a few small necessities this morning I was filled with these three things: 1) Hope that the gate would be open early 2) Hope that I could make it…
It is nearly winter. If the fall seems like a long, silent walk into darkness, winter is the corridor through which one must pass to return to the light. Tonight we step fully into that corridor. I feel it in a dozen ways, this deepening…
I had a visceral deja vu last night. Is there such a thing ? I stepped out into dusk just as the sky went smoky pink and gray. It was beautiful. It’s one of my favorite night skies when it looks like steel and silk,…
(I have stepped away from the busy and slipped quietly into the calm. The fog helps to keep this island muffled from the spin and chaos of the rest of the world. I’m sitting in a small cafe in Coupeville. Having forgotten my pen, I…
Soaking in a hot epsom salt bath this morning to try to loosen up the stiffness in my joints. Warm water and effortless movement might be the key to the Universe. It occurs to me I am filled with gratitude that “rest” is finally a…
