There was a wood.
Green and gleaming light.
Rain.
Quietude.
Something holy waffling about on the horizon.
I ran through to the other side and back again
just to put a little wind in my hair.
Just to stretch my wings.
And we were drawn into the rhythm of the sea.
June 1, 2010 by
Portion of Journal Entry from May 27, 2010:
…There were beautiful solo driving moments on this segment of highway, headed North through the leaping green of Humboldt County and up into the timber of Oregon. On one bend in the road, with the sun to my back, I swept smoothly around a curve, rushed along the flank of a painted white dot asphalt spine, and directly into a heavy sheet of rain. I felt the truck hesitate under the weight of the weather and then stumble onward. Blindly. I could feel the slow thickness of rubber on wet road through the steering wheel and the fortress of forest around me seemed to bow down so calmly in the rage of the moment…
The Slow Rush For August Rest: PART 1
August 17, 2009 by
A wedding in a cherry orchard overlooking the Columbia River in Oregon…of all things!
JUST LIKE THIS:
BING!
PASSING OVER THE HILLS INTO YAKIMA AND BEYOND.
WITNESSING THE GROWTH OF THE NEW FROM THE OLD.
AND CARRIED OFF BY PINE BREEZE AND SUN LIKE A SEED IN THE WIND.
