It's Wednesday. I am the first one on the trail. The snow is pristine, it creaks and crunches and complains under my boots. A hint of wood smoke from a distant stove is in the air. Clink, clink. My poles hit stone beneath the snow. Each step is a small triumph, as my feet twist,... Continue Reading →
Observations from Nebraska
Chickens don't have fingers. Buffaloes don't have wings. Gas stations should not sell sundresses. (They should stay in their lane.) My hands are ALWAYS invisible to touchless faucets.
I slapped a girl
I slapped a girl. I was 10 years old riding the bus home from school. Why did you do it? they asked. I didn't really have an answer, but you did. You saw it all from your hiding spot under the kitchen sink. You saw the truth behind the adoption. How she needed another knick-knack... Continue Reading →
I should have known she would lose her mind, forget her name, along this ragged stretch of Big Sur coast. It is called Nepenthe after all. Nepenthe - the mysterious drug of forgetfulness. Nepenthe - eraser of all sorrows. I have experienced this once before, long ago, this redwood and surf induced amnesia. Right here... Continue Reading →
A Visit to Lake Shrine
The turtle in its quiet pond knows nothing of the world beyond. The yogi on the bench above is searching for eternal love. And I sit somewhere in between just trying to see what can be seen.
“Have you heard the trumpets?” he asks. He has. Once in Wyoming, and once in Israel. The pilgrims in the hot springs nod in recognition and soak their blisters. I am a tourist in the waters. It takes me longer to understand what he is talking about - The voices of angels. I didn’t make... Continue Reading →
We walked among the grazing herd, their nostrils flared, their dark eyes stared, their big ears tracked our every step - like sunflowers following the sun. We knew our hearts had passed their test, they did not move, let us pass through, inviting us to quietly join their afternoon prayer circle. Last week a... Continue Reading →
I see your slippers, They say you are coming home. I am truly blessed. .....Back when we used to travel for work (remember those days?), Roak would be gone from home for a couple of weeks at a time. I loved the quiet and solitude of those days, just Greta and me in our mountain... Continue Reading →