by | Jan 20, 2006 | Diary

I’ve left the Wanderer stone there, at the water. And arranged other stones, each ruled with a quartzite thread, as a wrapping, beneath the waves. Hold me, once I’m gone.

M O (U) R N I N G

by | Jan 14, 2006 | Diary

This morning I suppose, that I was mourning. But really, I was not – more: Looking and listening. And thinking about the passage of others. And Matt. But deer (dear) came, instead. To re-mind me, of the life lived now. And that she was hungry. And looking. At...

The Lonely Window

by | Jan 12, 2006 | Diary

Photo by Tim Girvin the lonely window… the last one lit; therein, the enthusiasm of the committed? sometimes I feel like this is me — wherever I am. but I will leave this meditation, this notion of the committed to merely focused. as it was, I shot this...

Stones and Madrona

by | Jan 1, 2006 | Diary

There were a number of madrona that reached out, over the house on the island — and given the winds, we cut out the riskier encroachments. Seeing all the sheared limbs, we thought to make some offering arrangement of their passing, from one life to another. And...