I could see the sunrise on Tacoma this morning. The volcano best known as Rainier. Snowfields some two hundred miles north were lit peach and pink by the incoming light from a far off star. In between was Loowit. The volcano best known as St. Helens. Moments like that knit… Read More
Yesterday, while Deven Patrick Kelly was out on a killing spree at the First Baptist Church in New Braunfels, Texas, I was at my own church: The Church of the Woods, deep in the Cascade foothills. I was on the search for the delicious little golden caps called chanterelle mushrooms. Unfortunately, I didn’t… Read More
Looking through the window at the trees and the fog. The flush of new grass that comes when these Pacific rains return. Peaceful rains. Feeding the thin strip of green which clings to the western coast. An eyebrow of green. A parenthesis. A lover spooned against a mountain range and… Read More
While on my way to Table Rock Wilderness Sunday, I took a wrong turn. Instead of continuing straight on the somewhat paved mountain road, I turned right, onto a gravel road which quickly deteriorated to a mud road. Immediately, I felt I was in unknown territory, but I doubted my… Read More
Fluted basalt columns wound into a nautilus turquoise water moss covered trees rain-licked ferns slick-capped mushrooms feeding on rich black soil the scent of origin and rot -Naseem Rakha, 2/4/16
Yesterday, Waldo and I took what I think is the best autumn hike I have ever had. Maybe it was the weather, warm, yet overcast. Maybe it was my mood—happy to be out hiking after a 13 day hiatus. I returned from my Grand Canyon Rim to Rim hike less… Read More