Showing posts with label Cascade Mountains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cascade Mountains. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2020

Sacred Space - Alpine Wildnerness




The Mtns pierce the tip
of the sky with
pale blue or green or yellow
rushing mountain water
refreshing my spirit

Sacred space for my soul
a five minute reset
breath in the roar
and river driftwood
spinning in a long 
twenty-five foot circle of inches 
and watch the flat rock

Home in my hear is here
and so on
Come back again and again

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Campfire

It's so hard to capture what flame feels like, licking upwards. It's strange that something violent is also comforting and beautiful, you can just sit and watch it and be absorbed in thought. 


Sunday, July 5, 2020

June Camping in the PNW... Mosquitos but mostly worth it




A person camping in June in the Pacific Northwest is definitely contributing the lives of generations of mosquitos, but we think it's worth it ... to get out and witness the green and fresh state of mountains. Especially with everything going on, it's calming to get away from the anger and division of our modern world. 

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Ode to The Cascade Mountains of Oregon



the rain blowing through the trees rocks them back and forth taking the force of the wind but somehow softy swaying brushing each other a gentle sound even in the wild storm rain falling adding a pater to the noises around me the scent of the firs wet moss mud rotting leaves fog cold moist air flowing into my jacket freezing me to the bone I don't even notice just see my dad in a yellow slicker with a zipper not working must be colder than me and wet he doesn't notice either as it pours the rain upon our heads we are baptized by god himself no church can beat this we wander along the logging road and pause and look at the glorious view echoes of mountains peaking through the grey fog and rain the trees etched against the clouded skyline creating pointed spires in rows down the mountain side of a deep rich green that I have known my whole life and the perfect essence of fall the small leaves bright red and orange and yellow cutting the grey and green in sweeping paths down the steep mountains

JAS 2013