To at times be indecisive, is it not as natural as the shifts in weather? Somehow, this world has managed to live, resilient and unending—
Tag: Certainty
It’s okay to look up, to let go, to make space. It’s okay: an homage to January
This time last year I had hiked the footpath down to South Creek. Even in the winter, the waters manage to flow while all life around it is frozen and dormant. With the coniferous trees, the buried small rodents, and the face of the cliff as witness, I casted expired cleansing salts from my grandfather’s…
earthquake
I’m bad at this, I am, the whole asserting what I want, faulting to leave things intact though I know they are beginning to crumble. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll hear it. So I stay quiet, waiting. I’ve been told that earthquakes can be heard deep in the earth, it’s like a popping sound….
Eating Dandelions (unpolished)
His name is Paul, my maternal grandfather that is, but everyone just calls him Pop. I’ve asked my mother a hundred times where his nickname comes from, hoping that maybe once, just by chance, her encrusted neurons would finally make the connection. But, alas, the origin of the name, Pop, is lost history, or…
Where Home Will Come to Settle
July 9th, South Creek Trail I’ve been mulling over “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver since the first time in March. The poem seems to be slowly developing its color and understanding as I allow myself to really feel into how its message applies to my life. The line, “harsh and exciting” has caught my attention…
Clearing, Planting
24 May, 2017 I took a walk through South Creek the other day after visiting my grandfather. My grandfather’s German Shepard, Elsa, took me fast down the trail, pounding out her excitement paw-after-paw. Eventually my thoughts caught up to my own body and I pulled to heel Elsa as best as I could. I could hear…
Gamel, believing only takes believing
Sitting on the wall, split in her certainty by her own thinking: for one, looking back to ponder the way that brought her to where she sat on the wall; and for another: considering the route ahead—the vague outline of the route, obscured by a blinding sunlight—This is how I found Gamel when I arrived…
in search of every horizon's sun 