This crow caught my eye yesterday as I walked my daily mail route. I watched him, watching me, as he sized me up and inched closer to me to grab a piece of “god-knows-what” from the pavement. We had a moment. Both of us coexisting in the same frame of time, doing what we do.… Continue reading Catching My Breath
I fell asleep last night thinking about my first sunrise hike up Rattlesnake in months. I didn’t go solo this summer, instead spending my precious time at Mt Rainier. I briefly considered taking Yoda, but quickly changed my mind. Night is always when the worry and fear kick in. When I climbed out of… Continue reading All In
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