Across vast red sandsI see your face high in untouched mountains. Passing for years through dust stormsblanketing the planet I lose you. Across unmapped sandsfollowing quiet voices. I forget your facebut remember your name. Filled with sand I have only memoriesof our last spoken words.
Imagine What is Lost
We know there is no land within what we can see with the naked eye or binoculars, and the maps we poured over in the outdoor gear store confirm this when looking due east. However, in the very early morning as the sun reaches over the top and the sky lights up exposing low hanging…
Poem – Awareness, Alaska
visions of an Alaskan coastline,the low tide, and treasures from the sea. across the bay nestled in the woodsa tent covered with afternoon mist. further into the east armwe paddle along the coast. moonlit visions above the treeline as the fog has lifted,the sound reflects the coastal mountains and tidewater glaciers. ebb and flow –…
Essay – Rebirth in Alaska
Introduction The experiences and premise of this essay are from a 2007 expedition to Alaska through the guiding company Exposure Alaska. “We speak of nature, of the natural world, as if that were something distinct from ourselves and the social world we appear to have made, seldom noticing that we are in nature and never…
Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close in our hearts and in the dreams we wake from and try with endless energy to return to. Home is not where the hat is hung, but where our subconscious retreats during times of angst and when…
Poem – Mountain Dust
Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea. The path these feet follow, paved years before by faces I do not know, yet I feel their presence and hear voices scattered to the ancient wind. If I peeled away the layers of each universe would…
Poem – Night Becomes the Day
Standing on the front porch I watch the sun rise over the distant mountains and first light run across the empty fields. Morning wind pushes scattered stalks and coffee steam while bird songs emerge from the tree line. High bulbous clouds assume many colors as the sun reaches higher. Leroy lays at my side sleeping…
Poem – Witnessing Time
Deep into the frozen land we venture. Holding hands with no words spoken. Miles away mountain shadows grow as the sun appears. Like old film stuttering and jumping we desperately hold to this place to this moment. Fading between gusts of wind we taste the other side the other world the other dimension some…
Finally, Photos from Iceland
It has been 14-years since we visited Iceland, and I finally have posted photos!
Poem – True
I have not been more at peace nor been closer to my true being than our time here, in the wilds of Alaska, surrounded by mountains, glaciers, and each other.