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I sit in the hot tub—marinating as healing—eyes lifted skyward watching greatnimbostratus nudgedalong by gusts unseen— who can see the wind?— and along she comesmottled gray as angelssometimes are arms outstretchedumbilically tiedto a trailing cloud tugged alongin her wakeI follow … Continue reading →

It is all very well to survive the abundant months of the spring and summer, but in winter, we witness the full glory of nature’s flourishing in lean times. —Katherine May, from “Wintering” ••• And so I winter, here in … Continue reading →

(for Terri Wolf, fabric artist extraordinaire) Issac Newton never envisioned a color wheellike this: yards of fabric folded into neat squares, lined up horizontally on seven shelves, slendervolumes of possibility nestled together in a full-spectrum rainbow—red, orange, yellow,green, blue, indigo, … Continue reading →

(for Al and Terri Wolf) Al’s bird feeders are diligently attendedby all manner of small-winged neighbors Isee from behind the glass. He has left all fivefull for the wee birds who flit like butterflies,land, peck and flee, making it hard … Continue reading →

(If you are oogied out by mention of bodily fluids, you might want to skip this one! I quite understand…) ••• Naturally, I employ Dr. Google’s expertise: Snot, or nasal mucus, is a helpful bodily product.Your nose and throat are … Continue reading →

So on the third day of Lent I’ve got COVID,it turns out, the day after a day of travelwhen so many strangers came to my aidas I made my way on public transportationin a city not my own. I think … Continue reading →

•••(On the 2:05 p.m. ferry from Seattle to Bainbridge Island)••• (for Georgann) I don’t remember the names of all the ferrieswe rode across the water from your islandto the mainland. And I don’t think I ever got out of the … Continue reading →

You’d think it’d be simple,to allow the stomach to swell,feel the balloons of your lungs to fill,your chest to rise like one of those balloonslifting skyward —and breathe. But you find that as you try to inhale,the vines you once … Continue reading →

Love’s arrow pierces,not always in the romantic sense, but always square in the heart,injecting sweet venom that, if we are lucky, fills our veins,infecting us with so much affection for this one and that oneand that one, our dearest who … Continue reading →

And we pray, notfor new earth or heaven, but to bequiet in heart, and in eyeclear. What we need is here. —Wendell Berry, from “The Wild Geese” ••• (for Dickie on his 81st birthday) Even on the coldest days, when … Continue reading →