communing with the trees

Here there is no history of mine. I relinquish all that I was and let it drift away on the waters of this river. There is history in all that surrounds me I guess. But I prefer the present. Moments triumphed by nature. A swift breeze, the sound of water over rock, lazy locusts and …

what did love teach you?

There nothing especially brave or exceptional about not saying those words nor is there anything especially passionate about saying them either. The truth is in the action. And the things that are real are only proven over time. I guess I can offically call this christmas season to a close. Realtively uneventful and much more …

the waters

As the sun fades into the unknown, I am sitting on the bank in this meditative hour. The last remaining light lays soft on the waters of the Bitterroot River. Soon - the moon will cast her glow on them. This is a rare moment that I have carefully suspended. Because as sure as I …

the big oak

When I think about forever and all that means, I still think of you. The planets are aligning for me in generous ways. It's spring and I feel better. I feel like smiling. I feel like sitting still and letting gentle breezes brush across my face. I feel like walking barefoot in a creek and …

my hormones are making it too hot to sleep

Being a woman is nothing more than a curse. Another sleepless night...it's hot all around me. Even Bailey's off his bed and on the cool wooden floor. I should get back to trying to sleep but instead I am recording a late night showing of the Last Picture Show and typing away here. Lonely is …