"edges slide together like the feathers of a wing, everything touches everything." (Mary Oliver) I don't know what, exactly, causes this phenomenon, but that sense of distance collapsing-- between experiences, influences, memories-- is moving, and beautiful, and profound.
Getting Through the Gray Season
It's easier to get through the gray days when you're feeling a strong source of light from somewhere, even if it's metaphorical light.
Speak for the Trees
I remember the moment it occurred to me that trees could be older than me. I was eight years old, in my grandparents' yard, marveling at a (to me) giant tree that had a swing hung from one of its branches. I'm sorry to say that I don't know what kind of tree it was, … Continue reading Speak for the Trees