March 13, 2021
Wisdom is as ancient and recurrent as waves against seaside cliffs. Wisdom’s continual ebb and flow, its serenity and churn, are always there to be noticed. As with the sea, wisdom doesn’t cease existing if no one chooses to be with its constantly evolving depths.
On stormy days few may watch the sea, preferring the ease of safer but lesser places. Then in brilliant warmth, so many may swarm its shores… READ MORE
February 13, 2021
I didn’t meet Mildred Kanipe until thirty-eight years after her death. I stumbled upon her homestead and grave by accident, along an obscure back road between London and Oakland.
Around here, it’s less than an hour’s drive from London to Oakland. These are not the great cities but their rural Oregon namesakes, mere pinpoints along a map few have cause to follow.
The day I met Mildred, I… READ MORE
January 31, 2021
I have a love of trees (especially Redwoods); there is something so grounded, solid, inviting about a tree trunk. The soft bark invites a caress and a full lean-in as I let it bear my weight.
Today I'm walking through the desert and am surrounded by cacti. Tall, ancient, wizened elders, they stand in ways that seem almost indifferent… READ MORE