Tag: mountains

  • Poem – Awareness, Alaska

    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 –…

  • Home is our True Being

    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

    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 – Red Dust (Beyond)

    New poem from the “Beyond” series. I awake covered in red dust after the storm passed. In the depths of the crater the sun shone dimly over the edge. I see you left without me moving beyond the fractured surface. There is no blame. There is now only me. Beyond the mountains the sun rises…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • Returning from Alaska

    Returning from an Alaskan retreat, I am different. Nothing earth shattering and most likely not noticeable to most people I come into contact with. Back home, the sky has not changed, the trees stand tall against the summer blue, and the grass is coarse from overdue rain. Obligations, bills, demands, job – waited at the…

  • Knik Glacier, Alaska – Flightseeing Tour

    On 2017-08-08, we stepped out of comfort zones and took to the air for a flightseeing tour with Alaska Air Service, based in Anchorage, AK.  Our pilot was Bill who is also the owner.  We flew into the Chugach Mountains and were treated to awesome views of the Knik and Colony Glaciers.  Also included was…

  • Girdwood, Alaska – Rainforest

    Into the rainforest we walk with soft steps, silent voices, and open hearts. Morning rain seeps through the tall trees and the mountain side is shrouded in fog. Deeper in we cross wooden bridges over creeks following animal tracks, we examine stones laced with scars, and we marvel in being here, part of something larger.…

  • Poem – Beast

    Do each of us have a monster inside a beast we strive to hide from the world, those close we love, and from our self? At the end of each day what are we truly running from? What shadows lurk in the forest and what shadows do we carry? Across the fields with scattered snow…

  • Mountains and Ice

    Recently resurrected the domain and website at http://www.mountainsandice.com that will focus on stories, poetry, photography and anything related to Alaska. Two poems were posted today for your reading pleasure.

  • Where the Path Leads

    We encounter paths and options at every turn and we are stopped by fear and indecision. The ability to choose a direction and move forward and not look back is a gift. But when we stand at the crossroad with multiple unknown horizons our life stops and becomes stagnant and we become lost. Steeped in…

  • Poem – I Now Walk into the Wild

    I now walk into your arms, the words spoken in passion, black wisps of hair I brush away, your eyes a light into the soul. I now fall into your arms, your breath against my neck, I am vulnerable, exposed skin waiting for your embrace, I wait for you. I walk into the wild, the…

  • Poem – Suns

    In the quiet moments as our sun falls behind the mountains, the sky becomes filled with the distant suns of alien planets and we begin to understand our place.