A Grand Mystery
I don’t fear falling into anthropomorphism when I think as I did yesterday. The label is used erroneously far more often than not, it seems to me. I will cheerfully call it anthropomorphism when I read on my almond milk container these words: “Shake me up. After...
Presence
We walked again this morning but less ambitiously than yesterday: a mile or so out, a long sit on a well-placed lava chunk, and then back. Twig seems as much drawn to tranquil being-there as I; she shows no signs of impatience however long we sit. The longer we stayed...
Thoughts From My Journal – Trails
We’ve just returned from a walk down desert washes: one 5-10’ wide and the other more like 50’ except when it turned into braids winding between juniper and acacia, yucca and cholla, and others nameless (by me) and looking wistful for the barely remembered feel of...