Dream Bridges
Then one morning it was done, the cloud cover complete except for a peep hole in the east with a few rays to remind us the sun would still be here when winter had run its course. The sea became a beautiful gray, the forest floor damp and musty with mushrooms growing in near-light as […]
What the Earth Will Write
The tides move slowly in October, sea changes mild and quiet, rolled out and back like a soft cloth draped over calm water. Even the birds go silent as the autumn sun slants with the message of winter, peace turning down and in as we rest from our troubles this one year, letting go to […]
Speak with Desire
With the curiosity of a seal I stand above the emerald water looking down at thousands of tiny fish breaking surface in rippling circles. The tide slowly lifts in the afternoon sun, the last days of warmth before the coming rain, a blanket that will soon cover us through long months of growing dark, and […]
Autumn Fire
Waters turn gray as the skies close and the first breath of autumn enters from the south with light wind and cool air. Gulls speak to the change, crying awake to the stirring sea, tall fir and madrone gathering the signal to descend and let go as the fire begins to light, the rush of […]
Speaking in Tongues
The old man’s shell cracks thick as a tombstone, hard as walnut, hungry for the green wave. With tears of desire his white arms reach, uncoiling, irresistible, speaking in tongues, searching for God.
They Carried the Weight
Old stones fall from weather and age, the call of the earth drawing them down after long standing. Vines reach up to soften their decline in the healing descent. Don’t judge why they stood or their reasons for going, they carried the weight until they could no more. Look for what rises from the depth […]
Here and Now
Nowhere to go, no time to get there, only here and now and the bright light of morning. Who we are rises like islands in the sea to comb the grasslands and dance with the animals, lightning on our fingertips, kindness in our eyes.
Nothing is Written
Let go of time; how can you travel with the weight of such memory? Night sky opens to infinite fire, the sea a depth beyond measure. The voice of soul calls like owl – nothing is written! Sea lion breeches, drawing cavernous breath then back to the deep, below only darkness. […]
Space for the Unseen
Outside the roar, frantic movement of the hive; within breath slows, making space for the unseen.
Dream of Night
The world stirred with water flowing through the ebb tide, low sun slanting on the morning sea, gulls circling the rocks crying, come awake! As the dream of night hatched like a perfect egg, we opened our eyes into the very first light.
Embers Glow
The subtle spark of joy on the dry wood faith gathers, embers softly burning with the breath of thanks, alive and glowing as if to warm the earth for the light to come.
Haunted and Searching
Haunted by the unseen I searched for mystery but only found a trackless sky, the changing face of sea. I saw a small hooded bird still on a branch, then gone in an instant, an otter dipping into dark water, a thin brown snake with long gold stripe, crows cawing at a solitary raven, a […]
Speaking Their Thanks
The full moon rose russet as the tide ebbed, moonlight and water speaking their thanks and me in the dark receiving, not in words but in beauty.
Ancient Son
Dense as stone, stubborn as thorn, something within him aligns with the stars, finds solace in the tide. Infinite and weightless, blood dark from suffering, my proud boy looks into the dawn with the fearless gaze of an ancient son.
Filling Our Eyes
The rain came unexpectedly, softening the dry ground and thirst we felt as we shriveled without water, our hearts curled up and hid until the sound of drops released the tension. Then we looked up into the sky, the rain filling our eyes with thankfulness.