An early start and light traffic helped me justify the long drive to the Gorge this morning. I passed my usual stop at Nisqually in nautical twilight. At this time of morning you could navigate a ship by the light of the moon It was…
If the end is the December of our lives, then these were the last days of that cold winter month. Frost still collects on the leaves and the squirrels are still burrowed underground, or in their dreys, until a warm sun can coax them…
Thursday Night. It isn’t an easy, silent slumber. There is a beckoning. A call that must be answered. Grabbing at the air by handfuls, staring off into the colorless void. And then suddenly trying desperately to lift your tiny frame from that bed.…
Billy Frank Jr. Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge Here was my Monday Morning. Read previous post (and comments) to understand my mood – can you guess ?
Color has once again drained from the sky and with only a few fleeting moments of blue, this palette is grey on grey on more grey. It’s always a challenge to know how best to stay connected to the earth in these months. My RA…
Happy New Year ! Here we are waking up in the year 2020 and the past forty years feel like a blur. I’ll observe my 40th high school reunion this year, celebrate 30 years sober, begin the process of downsizing a life full of things…
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…
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…
With the exception of hike days, I have turned off all alarms and stopped wearing my fitbit. Somehow those boundaries and the measure of time seem intrusive. I’ve begun a natural rhythm that involves sleeping when I’m tired, eating when I’m hungry and rising when…
Just outside my door in these wee hours are the river sounds. I have to admit, I don’t know that I’ve ever stayed this near the rush of water and it is just deliriously good. Tucked away in a quiet neighborhood just forty minutes from…
November is a swirl of emotion for me. So many anniversaries on the calendar of both joyful and heartbreaking things. I don’t want to blame the cool winds of fall for the sadness. I don’t ever want to not love the rustling leaves and the…
