The writing I post here will mostly be related to the location. My aim is to record days and hours, seasons and passing states, as they intermingle in our lives. Thoreau informed by 21st century awareness of ecological loss? eco-spirutality? I do not want to give it a category yet, if ever.
The photos, except as noted, will be my own.
The photos, except as noted, will be my own.
Place presents the occasion to repeat, meaningfully.
How am I, today? resonates with the today of the chestnut oak, the sky, the others who cross my path. As answers take shape amid the flux, I try to witness, to acknowledge, to applaud, even, in joy, but not in solidifying congratulations.
I honor the appearances and their passing. And I try to honor that which provides our capacity to wonder, to honor, to let be.
How am I, today? resonates with the today of the chestnut oak, the sky, the others who cross my path. As answers take shape amid the flux, I try to witness, to acknowledge, to applaud, even, in joy, but not in solidifying congratulations.
I honor the appearances and their passing. And I try to honor that which provides our capacity to wonder, to honor, to let be.
“World, World—"
The self is no mystery, the mystery is
That there is something for us to stand on.
We want to be here.
The act of being, the act of being
More than oneself.
Collected Poems, George Oppen, (New York, New Directions 2002), 159.
The self is no mystery, the mystery is
That there is something for us to stand on.
We want to be here.
The act of being, the act of being
More than oneself.
Collected Poems, George Oppen, (New York, New Directions 2002), 159.