Category Archives: Oregon
I’m not convinced that looter’s increased presence in my life is the result of a newly expanded horizon of awareness.
An 8×10 waterproof canvas tent with metal poles and the space for a wood stove, that tent has seen most of Oregon.
I am not sure how to accurately convey the unpleasantness of this experience. There was no part of my body that went gentle into that good night.
I hope you are enjoying life in Oregon. I am trying very hard not to miss you. Sometimes, it works.
I hadn’t planned on landing in Bend, Oregon and instantly feeling like I had found home, but I did.
So what do I have? I have my ancestors. I can’t visit them, anyway—most are long dead—so distance doesn’t matter. Still, though, this litany of names acts as a sort of symbolic rootedness.
As the eleventh cousin on both sides of my family, I grew up going to older cousins’ weddings at least annually. I grew to love attending weddings; I have always found them very meaningful.
I felt helpless and a bit stupid standing out there in the dark. It dawned on me that this wasn’t like my childhood doll house or some story I was just making up.
We climb on nature’s back to build a heavenly Babel, but it is nature that sets us back on earth, where we were created, where we belong.