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Summer light

We are celebrating the longest day of the year with muddy toes, leaf boats sailing down shaded creeks, caterpillar pets (Cattie), dancing kites, and planting lavender in the wedding garden (started with centerpieces from our wedding, 13 years ago this August). In this last week of our Pacific NW adventure, we are grateful for summerContinue reading “Summer light”

Week Five

Lean close

My favorite season is spring—until fall arrives, and then my favorite season is fall: the seasons of change, the seasons that tell me to wake up, to remember that every passing moment of every careening day is always the last moment, always the very last time, always the only instant I will ever take thatContinue reading “Lean close”

Another ring

Nestling myselfinto the pine and mossbase of your trunkI raise my Nalgene that runneth over To you, Mother of the forest.Today, I whisperLet’s celebrate another ring! And my birthday wish-Released into the wooded wonderLike a seed podFloating throughThe cool air With hope and gratitude,With a promiseto return.

Magnificent blaze

River Light (Late Migrations by Margaret Renkel) I try to imagine what it must have been like for the first human beings who moved through this dark forest: to glimpse a flare of light on moving water, to step out of the shadows of the close trees and see the sun flashing on a broadContinue reading “Magnificent blaze”

The Grands

Your grandeur quietly resides in us— In love note whispers and doses of ice cream, Piles of sticker books and bandaids, Patient nods through endless fairy tale inventions. Stretching across the topography of generations, You hold tears like raindrops rolling off pine branches. You send sap strength to our roots reaching miles Beyond water waysContinue reading “The Grands”

Week Four

Smell the flowers

A tractor is humming with solemn duty — one of the goats must be buried before nightfall, before the coyotes descend. As I watched the farmhand carefully haul the goat from the adjacent field, the flock of sheep, a whole menagerie of beings, seemed to gather as a minyan in focused attention as their companionContinue reading “Smell the flowers”

Week three

Remembering infinity

For those moments we know our name is only Your name—Ein Sof—infinite as the desert’s dust and the sea’s sand. W.S Merwin says it all in this poem, Far Along in the Story: The boy walked on with a flock of cranes following him calling as they came from the horizon behind him sometimes heContinue reading “Remembering infinity”