Last night I fumbled through the stacks of paperish things I had sitting out in my art room. I pulled them out of boxes and drawers last week. My friend Jen and I were doing a little inventory. Making a plan. That was Wednesday. Thursday she was gone. I was touching each thing last night… Continue reading A Few Quarters
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it. –Arthur Golden I’m grinding my teeth again and sleep is elusive. I fumbled around last night looking for my nightguard. It wasn’t… Continue reading Broken Road
I have no words. More loss. I don’t know where to put it all anymore.
Hamilton Mountain, Columbia River Gorge
Lisa ♡ Laura ♡ Grunt ♡ Last night after preparing the house and Kelly for sleep, I sat down with a cup of coffee to relax. I was packed for my Saturday hike and I felt ready. That’s when I got the call. That’s when all the air left me. My longest and best friend… Continue reading The Trouble is You Think You Have Time
Another challenging morning but things finally settled down this afteroon. I have been sitting here in dim light enjoying over an hour of doing absolutely nothing meaningful. I tried getting back to a letter I have begun four times, but even that feels like work. I stared long and hard at that laundry basket full… Continue reading In For a Dime In For a Dollar
A couple weeks ago as I explored a new (to me) trail at Sunrise I quietly said my goodbyes. I had guessed it would be my last adventure here until late next summer. The road to Sunrise closes with the first big snow and doing the math based on my schedule and the weather forecast,… Continue reading Truly Madly Deeply