Walk Slowly, and Bow Often
“…and never hurry through the worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.” — Mary Oliver Mary Oliver’s poem…
“…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…
“The complexity of things – the things within things – just seems to be endless. I mean…
Dawn mist flows across Waldo Lake like frosty breath. Mountain hemlocks spire to the sky and embrace…
How often do we circle back to the places we tried to save and could not? What…
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