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Tag: Clear Mind
Wild Untamable Moments
In a world of sticks and stones, wet and cold, wild, untamable, unreachable yet available, always ready, teachable moments, A strand of bull kelp lies helpless on the sand, a gull’s stern look, thirty-seven King Salmon circling in the fish wheel, we release twenty-five… Continue Reading “Wild Untamable Moments”
Red White and Blues
would have been, in days past, that the arguments and pain and hurtful words would have thrown me into a spiral. envisioning red ribbons across pale flesh and splashes of life (precious) dripping onto bathroom tiles. forget the sharp blade, I’d reach for the… Continue Reading “Red White and Blues”
Hole in One on the Green
first comes the tugthe jagged little tuga rip and a tearunstopping the cork-pop!-careful selectionno.. no… n— ah yestwisting, shredding, packingcarefully readying then comes the burnhow bright! how bold!hungry, painfully hungryseemingly unsatisfied untilsuddenly giving way to fullnessa wisp of memoryhow can such a small sparkbeget… Continue Reading “Hole in One on the Green”
Illusion vs Delusion | REBLOG from Gray Garland
I asked my therapist to be very direct with me early on in our sessions…. That’s the thing about honesty. If we can own our feelings and experience, there is nothing to fear about truth. If we can step into OUR authentic selves, we… Continue Reading “Illusion vs Delusion | REBLOG from Gray Garland”
Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon
For nineteen years, I was beat and belittled into quiet submission. I was trained to understand I would never measure up. I laughed too loud, I talked too much, I read the wrong things, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand my peers. I… Continue Reading “Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon”
What’s Real, Though?
in the far reachesin the arid desert \of the soul/a whipping wind rises and fallsmoving grains of sand with little efforthardly barrenthere is life -though sparse-which takes refuge here or therea lone cry rises in the ear of a desert fox kitand suddenlywe know… Continue Reading “What’s Real, Though?”
Seven Purple Crocuses
crystals coat my eyelashes and my puffed breath swirls before my face the mist runs its fingers through the low-lying trees the quiet whisper of dried and yellowed grass in the slightest breeze the grasp of winter’s white blanket still wrapped around their ankles… Continue Reading “Seven Purple Crocuses”
Ice and Snow Winter Photography
Hi friends, here’s another little glimpse at my little bit of Alaska. It was fairly chilly, relatively speaking, for a few weeks but now it’s been in the warm high-teens to mid-twenties (Fahrenheit degrees)… excluding wind chill of course. I can’t believe how warm… Continue Reading “Ice and Snow Winter Photography”
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