We can time travel, but nobody writes about it. It’s not what you think. When you put me down on the floor back in the winter, you said I didn’t move for days. It seemed like 5 minutes to me. Summer is my favorite time of year. I like to eat the Grandpa Ott… Continue reading Time-traveling tortoise
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Flowers wave at the traffic going by
I practiced 20 different introductions as I walked toward the Flower Garden of Mystery. This is a large plot of sunflowers and nasturtiums on the corner of Hilyard and E. 25th. “Hi, my name is Mary Ann and I love your garden and I wondered if I could interview you for my blog, which has… Continue reading Flowers wave at the traffic going by
From email to poem
This is what happened when I wrote an email to a friend. He turned my words into this poem: body aches and spirit moaning, in the name not of love, but of dodge and shame, held back, or only allowed to burn in the same fields how can we nurture and flow transform resentment into… Continue reading From email to poem
New territory: The Colonoscopy
“Think of it as a cleanse,” a friend advised. I had already thought of this. But, I liked hearing it from an outside source. The colon is the exit, the place to discharge things from the body. It’s the solid waste disposal. What else could be disposed of? Is there a holistic angle to a… Continue reading New territory: The Colonoscopy
The Maiden Voyage
“You ate your dessert first!” She said, stating the obvious as the fudge brownie was already half gone. “Yes. I do that,” said I. The sandwiches were taking forever. I have little self control. We were having lunch at the Metropol to celebrate the first paddle of the new kayak. Mariann, my friend and paddle… Continue reading The Maiden Voyage
Stand-up paddle the urban Willamette
I pushed off at Sellwood Riverfront park. The plan? Paddle the board toward the city. I wouldn’t make it all the way, but the journey looked good. I parked on a street nearly under Sellwood bridge and headed toward what I thought was a boat launch. It seemed that it had been one a long… Continue reading Stand-up paddle the urban Willamette
Be the tree, strong and flexible: spring is in the air.
Wood is the element of spring. What are the conditions of spring and how do we notice, align, and incorporate with this season? This blog churns up a few notions about Chinese medicine from an elemental/seasonal perspective. We are all of this earth, so we have earthy elements. Studying the elements is a way to… Continue reading Be the tree, strong and flexible: spring is in the air.
Tend your life
It’s pussy willow season, did you know that? I’ve been out the last two evenings collecting gorgeous bundles along a nearby creek. I like harvesting them because you have to notice them, time it, pay attention. It feels old and sweet and real. While slogging around in my rubber boots tonight, I noticed two hawks,… Continue reading Tend your life
Field trip for the soul
I was feeling a little bummed out. I needed some different scenery. I had some things on my mind and they weren’t all happy things. What to do with a melancholic half day off? Leave town. First stop, the bird refuge. My spirit needed a rinse of water, sky, birds, rain. This is a story… Continue reading Field trip for the soul
Be slightly ridiculous
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but I pick up sticks. I collect them. I see them everywhere. Usually they are on the ground. I don’t go around poaching live branches off trees. Some of the best places to find them are on the borders and edges of reservoirs. Roots, limbs, branches, and even… Continue reading Be slightly ridiculous