Tag Archives: Black and White
There’s A Thin Line Between
I sat in the hot pools at Breitenbush with various kind souls recently. The stars hid behind a blank, dark sky. It was comforting, the blankness. The moon was new and absent. It rained. I rested. All the doing stopped; … Continue reading
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One time I thought one thing mattered and that thing gave way, gave way like a diving board pulled from the diver when she was to spring to highest heights, it gave way like that to something else, this other … Continue reading
Christmas Eve
I met a man in the ER. He has multiple sclerosis, which is a random marauder that targets the nerves. He was bed-bound, but more on that in a minute. He had belly pain which is what i was called … Continue reading
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There goes my heart, again, running. Until it actually leaves, until I found it running through the woods, the past and future were everything and being between them is not the same as being present. That (the present, the gift) … Continue reading
It’s Almost Nothing, Just This Moment
It’s almost nothing, this moment between us It’s the passing of our hands across the table It is the paying of bills, it is the proverbial kitchen table And us Discussing the future, in capital letters and, you know etc. … Continue reading
Every Decision
Every, Every Decision Is Life Or Death I could stay put, stand in line, be quiet. I could do my part, be a part of the team, cooperate. Maybe I should wait for a better time, maybe. Now’s not good. … Continue reading
Keep Looking
Today I made a pile of rocks with my kiddo for an hour. It was a three inch square pile of little tiny rocks. Today I developed a photo of a partially focused tree. It was a forgettable moment … Continue reading
Bouquet
I spent the night in jail and looked at the walls and I wondered how I would eat the food for years and days and days on end. From the perspective of day one (and only one) it was inedible. … Continue reading
Tidal Pull
I am thinking about the tide and watching it now, again, for several days. We are about 60 feet above the tideline in a house on the Oregon coast and I can see the ocean moving from above. I know … Continue reading
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I am swirling by. It’s a curve. It’s a train. It’s a corner window You are looking out and I am looking up. Shutter falls, shadows rise Light disappears and winds its way back, Slack and sideways to this corner … Continue reading