take-root

observations

Denmark has my heart. 

Weird and good early spring adventures. Snowed-in Portland and a truffle festival with a truffle dog (named Tom) that only responds to commands in Italian. 

Take me back to Palm Springs and Joshua Tree. Please. 

If I’d grown up in a different land, 

one with lighter days and slimmer hours, 

I would have made for you a great fete, 

and my hands would not have held you 

the way they often do, clenched and afraid. 

I would have been bold and squandered you, 

you boundless Now. 

I would have hurled you

like a ball

into every billowing delight, so that someone

could catch you and leap 

with high hands to meet your fall, 

you thing of things. 

Rilke, from The Book of Hours

Revisiting old writings: 

How strangely

fear leaves sometimes. 

The self falls into the

easy largo of whatever

it is made to be. 

On that other sea

you are watching pelicans

plunge, entering the dark waters

of unknowing (they always moved you). 

Couldn’t it be we do 

the same? Each swift change

moves us towards our tidal

home (it is gathering with time). 

Australian colors

This girl’s gone and gotten married, and somehow, just like that, we’ve become adults. 

Well the year is over, thank heavens. On to a new one, hopefully with more gratitude, more making, more joy, more adventure ahead. 

Well the year is over, thank heavens. On to a new one, hopefully with more gratitude, more making, more joy, more adventure ahead. 

This friend, so full of courage, honesty, warmth. 
A heart ever-open and vulnerable. This is a rare find. 

This friend, so full of courage, honesty, warmth. 

A heart ever-open and vulnerable. This is a rare find. 

Missing these freaks.

Missing these freaks.

city/country

Autumn Day

Lord: it is time. Your summer was superb. 

Lay your shadows on the sundials, 

and in the meadows let the winds go free. 

Command the last fruits to be full; 

give them only two more southern days,

urge them to completion and chase

the last sweetness into the heavy wine. 

Whoever has no house will never build one now. 

Whoever is alone now will long remain so, 

will stay awake, read books, write long letters

and wander restless back and forth

along the tree-lined streets, as the leaves drift down. 

R.M.R. 

Mt. Saint Helens, clearer than ever. 

Mt. Saint Helens, clearer than ever.