Make a Running Jump
Fall sidewalk in Santa Fe Delicious autumn. My very soul is wedded to it. If I were a bird, I would fly about the earth, seeking the successive autumns. I […]
Fall sidewalk in Santa Fe Delicious autumn. My very soul is wedded to it. If I were a bird, I would fly about the earth, seeking the successive autumns. I […]
Octavia bit into the apple. Its core of ancient seeds peered out at her. We are here, they
Not the Ginsberg “howl” not the hootin’ and hollerin’ howl, but an eager craving rippin’ through spent leaves, howl awake and wild, soft nerves on fire. An
This is all there is. The path comes to an end among the parsley -alan watts IF I were to encapsulate the writings of Alan Watts, a teacher of
In love with the earth and sky There I was in 6th grade Science class, 12 years old, standing in the middle of the room, twirling a sling psychrometer above
A moment of revelation, nature as art. Rock, root, water, my skimming impressions engage with what is real, and I imagine another layer, unreal. To smell water, verdant and flush
The weather report was not inviting: rain filled clouds, low lying fog. So easy to change our plans due to weather, say “no” to the day, leave the raincoats hanging
There were tears in my eyes this morning, and a vague feeling of something off kilter; a feeling of being hurt and upset yet I could not remember an accompanying
The weather report suggested 4 foot seas, up to 20 knots. We set out from Glacier Bay National Park to travel the potentially most dangerous part of our journey: crossing
The sea…an earth in motion.June 23rd report: We are now 12 days along on our journey…bringing a boat named Room Seven, a 42 foot trawler up to Alaska. Our
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