A Tug at My Hem

For a few weeks now I have been experiencing something strange: a sensation of someone small who is gently tugging at the hem of my skirt or around the knees of my pants. It’s not very strong, but is strong enough to turn and look to see who’s doing it, yet I see nobody there.

River Otters and Sockeye Salmon in Woodinville

We saw three river otters today, and a whole bunch o’ spawning sockeye salmon! The otters we’re totally showing off for us, getting out of the water onto logs where their thick wet fur shimmered in the terrestrial air, catching fish and dramatically devouring them. The sockeye salmon were huge, bright red and green and

Cat Love Needed

I need more cat love in my life. Currently I am two states away from my kitty, who is living with my Grandma while I am here at Anake. If you or someone you know are a cat, or knows a cat, please consider allowing me to come snuggle and play with you. Especially if

Synonyms for Bright

I love it when my face smells like bow-drill smoke. Synonyms for Bright adjectives: shining, glowing in appearance blazing, brilliant, dazzling, flashing, glistening, glittering, golden, intense, luminous, radiant, shimmering, shiny, silvery, sparkling, sunny, vivid, ablaze, aglow, alight, argent, auroral, beaming, burning, burnished, coruscating, effulgent, fulgent, fulgid, glaring, gleaming, glossy, illuminated, illumined, incandescent, irradiated, lambent, light,

Conversations of Mountains and Angels

My friend J: Last night I dreamt of angels at play in the high mountain forests of the Sierra Nevadas, as you and I had spoke of them while we walked there in the groves of light. Now, I can’t think of angels as separate from birds. And the conversations between them and us are sustaining

A Tree of Comfrey and Pterodactyls

Last night I dreamt I encountered a giant tree of comfrey. I thought to myself, “Maybe that’s what I need.” It grew taller than a vine maple. I approached it, and found beside it a long limb reaching out of the forest wall which it was planted near; at the end of this limb was

The Vacation of Birds

  A door opens to bells: eyes turn toward the sound to see the awaited face emerging, at once the act of revelation, of birthing and becoming. The Word became incarnate, but what became the Word? The Word is like the body in this way: what is within us is beyond description, spirit yearning after

Cascadian Journey: In the Beginning

Last night I hauled out around the fire pit, and snoozed upon the sweet hard earth. No cushion– that’s how I needed it. (“He made him ride on the heights of the land and fed him with the fruit of the fields. He nourished him with honey from the rock, and with oil from the

Dragon Flood

I dream I am swimming in a green river who snakes through a sunny village. Many others are in and by this river, and we are rescuing the souls of drowned children. We hear a terrible rumbling in the hills. The dam has broken and a dragon flood is roaring toward us with obliterating force.

Circle Two

Dry leaves have accumulated in our circular driveway, caught in a pent-up whirlwind which cannot escape. ‘Round and around they are pulled in succession, convoluted blades scraping asphalt, one after another in consecutive milliseconds outside my window, dead foliage, once living, now carnage, leaf berating stone without relief.   O hear, it sounds like rain,

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