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Patience

Gently, the sunrise slides through the maples and over the tops of shotgun houses onto my porch where I sit on red wicker, a coffee to my left crickets sing under coreopsis, an over-sized cicada whacks between shotgun houses. The … Continue reading

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River toes

When I am ready to give up on love and god and you, dear human I go to the mountains. Stepping out of my chatter in my head and onto the earth where my body leads me to grace sometimes … Continue reading

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Skinny Dipping

I scratch a match and light a candle while the moon rows across the water The dock is rough with greyed, splintered wood ka-thumping and scha-lopping  from a few errant waves left over from exhausted skiers *** I lie on my … Continue reading

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Are you a human being or a human doing?

Autumn is definitely here. Gold maple leaves, larger than my Grandfather’s hands; small hot pink flames of a burning bush, a blush of wind, and leaves are flying. I do like fall. And thankfully, we “fell back” to earlier light … Continue reading

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Shades of Beauty

I have been in Seattle going on 20 years now. Add that to the 5 in college and working odd jobs, and that is 25 years with moss growing on my north side; more than 1/2 my life. Periodically, I find … Continue reading

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The Monastery Tree

How old are you? You growing moss and lichen, sage-scaled fingers and hair where blossoms used to be? Last year’s leaves are like spent cocoons Brown and brittle, I think they would crush in my hands if I held them … Continue reading

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Does nature experience joy? Reflections on Wordsworth

Listen to this lovely spring poem by William Wordsworth: I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did … Continue reading

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