7:30 a.m. on the Johnny Gunter porch. Robins churr and chatter above the orchard. Flicker shouts rhythmically from the Douglas-firs above the meadow. Somewhere up the canyon, Raven growls her approval of the approaching equinox. Sometime in the night, an infinite star-cast…
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During a sleepless night before open heart surgery last January 20, Kim was understandably agitated. Here she was, a seemingly healthy 70-year-old…
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January morning flashes open, all bright and cutting. Sun is a brittle diamond and a liar—he sheds no warmth. A filet-knife wind works its slender blade…
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I could feel the storm in my body. The spinning energy generated by that colossal pinwheel of wind and moisture coming onshore moved through my being…
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Last evening my running tribe came together for yet another solstice trip to the top of Mt. Pisgah, one of the sacred natural areas near Eugene. We were…
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5:30 a.m. Pre-coffee brain functions on ritual. Bathroom. Feed cats. Fire woodstove. Finally fix coffee. Silently ask “What’s next?” Impulse is called…
The old pickup and I rattle and wind over the back way into my heart space in the Coast Range. Several weeks ago, an October summer as smoky and dry as…
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Black Rock Hot Springs. I’m awake at 4:30 a.m., but unwilling to shed my cocoon of two old down sleeping bags inside the pickup canopy. At 6 a.m., the…
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