Trios of Renewal in the Three Sisters Wilderness
On an overnight backpack in the Three Sisters Wilderness, I am musing over trios, triplets, and tryptychs….
On an overnight backpack in the Three Sisters Wilderness, I am musing over trios, triplets, and tryptychs….
I’m holding a hermit warbler –my right hand cupped gently under the bird as my left forefinger…
“What is learned in the Immanent Grove is not much talked about elsewhere. It is said that…
“…and never hurry through the worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.” — Mary Oliver Mary Oliver’s poem…
All things counter, original, spare, strange;Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle,…
Solemnity. A state of grace. Embraced by fir, cedar, and hemlock. I am about 175 feet up…
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