The boundary between the empty field
and the old pine forest
transports me from the confines of my mind
into the ancient memories of childhood.
Walking between the giants,
they hold up the sky
as I listen to each one
and feel the warmth rising from the earth.
They were here before me
and they will stand above me when
the final day of the this life arrives
and I prepare for the next.
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Two videos from early Christmas Day with crystal blue skies, strong wind, and below 0 temperatures.
As concrete melts into dirt and grass
and skyscrapers become pine trees,
I fall into the snow and promise
myself to stay until spring.
As the snow continues to fall,
I am covered until I become
the snow and the earth and
the roots of spring’s growth.
What was a full mind
is replaced with snow,
ice, and water dispalcing
everything until there is nothing.
What does she see across
the snow covered field,
in the distance or nearby?
Is the coyote following us today?
Silence broken by a single raven
leaving one tree top and heading east to another.
Silence until we hear crunching snow
and snapping twigs.
What is that in the dense woods?
We become still and listen,
looking for shadows and movement
aware of the universe surrounding us.
Like the last leaf from spring
hanging on into winter,
or prairie grasses overcoming
snow and ice,
life hangs on to a tenuous
thread and each day is a gift.
Leroy’s big sister Vinny recently turned 3. Trouble comes in pairs.
It has been 14-years since we visited Iceland, and I finally
have posted photos!
This little button recently turned 7.
I am continually humbled by the trust animals can have in people and the life changing experiences they provide.
A few years ago I wrote a story inspired by John Haines titled “A Walk in the Woods With John Haines”. As his words and thoughts continue to provide guidance over the years, I return to this piece and update the images and feelings to reflect the experiences that have defined me.