Window Thinking
As I said in my previous post, our January hike amidst the big trees of the Columbia Gorge inspired me to come home and plan a trip to see the REALLY BIG TREES in Northern California. I had a particular memory from my childhood when our family drove to San Fransisco from our home in …
On the last Sunday of January, David, Ryan, I set out for a hike in the Columbia River Gorge. Ryan doesn’t have any experience with the gorge – except for a young memory of hiking up to the top of Multnomah Falls in the spring of 2014. David and I only have a couple gorge …
My Grandma died 15+ years ago, but when we open up her trunk that sits in the corner of this intergenerational home where we live and pull out one of her journals, we can hear her voice like she is just in the next room. We do this pretty often – reach into Grandma’s trunk …
A few weeks ago I walked into a coffee shop and asked for my usual order – Rosemary Lavender Iced Latte, please. Normally I’m a make-it-at-home, french press, drink-it-black kinda girl, but in my (infrequent) coffee shop stops, I order a latte with no added flavors, usually they are too sweet for my taste. However, …
One day last week I was out running on the Coastal Trail when I heard a familiar whirr behind me. It took me a pause to identify. It was not the sound of bloated fat bike tires rolling over pavement or the subtle hum of an ebike, but…. rather, a Segway!!! With the ever growing …
A home is not simply a building; it is the shelter around the intimacy of a life. –John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace This house came available just when we needed it nearly 5 years ago. We pass it on now with deep gratitude for the shelter it provided our family.
This is National Dandelion Day?!?! It’s a bit off season for us – snow still covers our yard (a couple feet deep in the front) and more fell this morning. But in general, the spring melt is on and we know from experience that it’s just a matter of time before a rich blanket of …
Chickens venture further down the trails each day as snow slow-melts away.
locking in the memorieson the Kincaid trails with skisone last time
Sun pushes hard on the edges of dark and soon we’ll put away lights.
Since I am consistently posting 17 Beats to this space again – here’s some cut/paste from a conversation I recently had with a friend….. .…..sometimes lately i tell David – I’m gonna dump that blog entirely. just take it down. but – I also don’t want to lose what it holds . And so. I …
Taking note as this *last Alaska winter melts into memory.
packing stuff into boxes and memories into the shape of me
Small fuzzy catkins blossoms on a willow tree Spring is on its way!
In warm sunshine these lengthening days I stand with the trees in praise!
all through the winter I ran on a treadmilltoward a black cement wall
these are the days (nay, weeks) for paying attention and stepping with care
While on my walk today, I felt warm spring sun slip into our icebox .
If there is no moment, but this moment what are we to each other?
standing at the edge of town watching the sun go downnever gets old
Skiing across trails of memory, I stopped at the bridge to say thanks.
Waxwings light in treetopsthen explode to the sky in synchronized flight
Mellow late day sun plays in the cloudsbrightening the slop where I stand.