Octavia Bit Into the Apple
Octavia bit into the apple. Its core of ancient seeds peered out at her. We are here, they […]
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The Path Comes to an End
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
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The Curse of Womanhood
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
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Nature As Art; Art As Nature
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
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The First Moment of Surprise
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
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I Woke Up Crying
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 Sea Abhors a Coward
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
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“This Sea, Whose Gently Awful Stirrings…”
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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Cowgirl Dreams Do Come True
Vee Bar Ranch, Laramie, Wyoming Hoofbeats. Dust. Sun. Every morning just after sunrise, the horses gallop in on a rush from whatever pasture they leisurely roamed the night before.
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Messing About in Boats
“So what’ll we name her?” my husband asked as we sped across Resurrection Bay in search of silvers. I presume that boats are traditionally named
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