My first ANGRY moose encounter
Tonight our sunset walk became a super scary sprint for our lives.
Window Thinking
Tonight our sunset walk became a super scary sprint for our lives.
White and black are natural attributes. Crows aren’t black because they dip themselves in ink every day. Seagulls don’t become white because they wash themselves everyday. Black and white are an integral part of who they are. That doesn’t mean one is better than the other. ….we need good government –to make sure things are …
I like to watch the dump trucks parade as they haul snow away from here.
Throughout history, great philosophical minds have grappled with the nature of identity. What makes a person a person? What combination of memory, history, imagination, experience, subjectivity, genetic substance, and that ineffable thing called the soul makes us who we are? Is who we are the same as who we believe ourselves to be? I am …
Tired tired tired tired, also sunshine and skiing with friends.
The sign anchors the memories, and the family anchors my soul.
Maria says she goes up to the hills to hear what she’s heard before.
The dog and I walked out every morning, all the cold, dark winter long.
17 beats can’t hold this kick-the-snow-but-thanks-for-the-blue-sky-day.
Fitting pieces together without directions demands discernment.
How to hold the grief, to take another step in this heart-breaking world?
Plenty of snow and a clear sky, setting the stage for Super Snow Moon.
Perhaps her busy nose walks through the hood are like reading the paper?
I stand in this snow globe and wonder at the road that brought me right here.
I scraped a thick layer of ice off the windshield and found art below.
It’s just a regular day with regular stuff and also a moose.
Sometimes you get a front row seat to the magical moments of life.
These Alaska years have taught me so many ways to think about light.
Tonight my 17 beats are best spent on this dog by the fire.
I’ve learned to trace seasons by the quality and quantity of light.
My life goes on in endless songAbove earth’s lamentations,I hear the real, though far-off hymnThat hails a new creation…… Through all the tumult and the strifeI hear its music ringing,It sounds an echo in my soul.How can I keep from singing? […….] It’s February 10 and I’ve written an American Sentence every single day this …
For days I lament the loss of my long view…..this backyard and snow dog.
…(in) the words God spoke to Cain after he killed Abel: “The blood cries out from the ground.” So glad I read this terrible story.