I would love to take a deep dive into Mary Oliver’s work, she is quite a mystic. All of our poets are <3
Yes unfortunately the windmills kill a lot of migrating birds :( but I need to be careful in my writing to not be heavy, there’s too much heaviness in the world right now, some things are just better left implied.
It seems like you travel around Europe quite a bit! Adventurous in a different way. I would love to visit Europe soon. Maybe you can come visit Glacier National Park and I can take you for some adventures.
I live in the shadow of that range. Treasure Valley, Idaho. The Rockies visible on clear mornings from my driveway.
Never been to Freezeout. But I know that cold. That clay. That March light on the Front.
The weeping. You didn't explain it. Didn't apologize for it. Just said it happened and kept moving. That's the only honest way to write something like that. Beautiful.
The Old North Trail. Mammoth, bison, Blackfeet, snow geese, a woman with an aeropress in a cold truck. Same corridor. Same pull. Nothing's changed but the century.
you said it perfectly. Thank you for that beautiful reflection, I was going for that continuity in time, but hadn't given myself the permission to feel it totally, so your words mean a lot. Hi from a short ways up north! I'm amused that the gumbo spreads so far
That thing you said — giving yourself permission to feel the continuity — that’s the whole game, isn’t it. Most of us write toward it before we let ourselves live in it. Glad the words helped close that gap a little.
And yes. Gumbo travels further than most things. That’s how you know it’s real.
your life is so lively and so nature-embracing. i would love to have these adventures.
seeing the flight of the snow geese must have been amazing. do the wind mills affect them?
i like the reflection of migration. living creatures have always migrated and will continue to do so for all time.
“wild geese” by mary oliver is a perfect poem for this moment. how joyful that someone read it ✨
I would love to take a deep dive into Mary Oliver’s work, she is quite a mystic. All of our poets are <3
Yes unfortunately the windmills kill a lot of migrating birds :( but I need to be careful in my writing to not be heavy, there’s too much heaviness in the world right now, some things are just better left implied.
It seems like you travel around Europe quite a bit! Adventurous in a different way. I would love to visit Europe soon. Maybe you can come visit Glacier National Park and I can take you for some adventures.
I live in the shadow of that range. Treasure Valley, Idaho. The Rockies visible on clear mornings from my driveway.
Never been to Freezeout. But I know that cold. That clay. That March light on the Front.
The weeping. You didn't explain it. Didn't apologize for it. Just said it happened and kept moving. That's the only honest way to write something like that. Beautiful.
The Old North Trail. Mammoth, bison, Blackfeet, snow geese, a woman with an aeropress in a cold truck. Same corridor. Same pull. Nothing's changed but the century.
you said it perfectly. Thank you for that beautiful reflection, I was going for that continuity in time, but hadn't given myself the permission to feel it totally, so your words mean a lot. Hi from a short ways up north! I'm amused that the gumbo spreads so far
Hi from down here in the valley.
That thing you said — giving yourself permission to feel the continuity — that’s the whole game, isn’t it. Most of us write toward it before we let ourselves live in it. Glad the words helped close that gap a little.
And yes. Gumbo travels further than most things. That’s how you know it’s real.