Forest Wayside

When I drive west along Hwy 26 outside of Portland, I make sure to stop at a particular rest stop ( wayside.)  Car parked and locked, I walk across a bridge and take a short hike into another world of moss covered rainforest and nurse logs. As I still my mind, the trees come into…

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Lowest tide of the Year

Along the west coast of the United States, folks call the lowest tides of the year ‘Spring Tides.’  In a stroke of good fortune, I was recently in the right place at the right time to experience the lowest tide of the year at Haystack rocks’ Marine Gardens at Cannon Beach, OR.   As I set…

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Changing Tides

The tides change in cycles of  four times with each revolution of the earth. It’s the moon’s fault. With each turn of direction the waters around the earth wash away footprints – impressions (or PROOF ) of our having walked on beaches. Sea creatures flop on the sand, leaving faint traces of their existence, best…

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Soul Renewing Friendships

There are times in life where past – present – future seem to fuse into a dream, where memories bubble up like champagne – where wonder and vulnerability occupy the same oxygen, where tests of recall open both windows and wounds. Renewing friendships, as life unfolds in its zigs and zags offer retrospective glimpses at…

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