I appear at her door with footsteps speaking homesick words And pour world-weary troubles into her waves. Longing for innocent longing. She sings to me, just as she used to — but now I understand. Soothing indifference, pulling my words into her crashing whirlpool, Sweeping them out with her undertow Tumbling and polishing them with… Read More The Waters Who Raised Me
Awakened on a new day. Fresh spirit, eyes clear. The weight lifted, a landscape bathed in gold. Air fresh from the season’s first rain, perfumed with fragrant sage. Leaves cleaned of summer’s dust, Autumnal sparkling. Moss revived, reborn, like my spirit, soft and green.
I live at 2,500 feet on my aunt and uncle’s property and more often than not, snow in the forecast only brings disappointment; yet, one night a cold front descended, and at dawn, I awoke with the sun, and seeing a brilliant dusting on pine needles outside my window, I leapt from my bed and… Read More Drought Damage
I recently purchased Hank Meal’s, The River, a local’s guide to hiking trails surrounding the Yuba River. On a rainy afternoon, my friend, Kitten, and I got cabin fever; we opened Hank’s book and chose the Rock Creek Nature Trail (located in the Tahoe National Forest) as our tonic. Once the site of a lumber… Read More Rock Creek Wisdom