-Pablo Neruda (written in 1950’s) Now we will count to twelveand we will all keep stillfor once on the face of the earth,let’s not speak in any language;let’s stop for a second,and not move our arms so much.It would be an exotic momentwithout rush, without engines;we would all be togetherin a sudden strangeness.Fishermen in the […]

Sometimes the brain asks for a change in the walk stimulation.most of the time, a walk really isn’t about the number of steps takenor deep breathes shared with the trees, which are individually important factors, but only when taken into accountin accordance with the pace of watching the light move through the trees,which coincides directly

A morning break, walking through the local forestThe old trees, many over 100 years in age,Looking strong on the steep hillside, noticing areas of erosion and places where the tree roots seekfar from the trunk and across the trail to bear their weight. Much of the old growth trees have heavy moss covered trunks and

we stand on the street corners, with hand lettered signswe meet in the downtown squaremany of us are older, we never imagined thislevel of deceit in plain site, in this countrywe listened to the war stories of our parents and grandparents, the ones who survivedwe are standing for our children and grandchildrenWe stand on the

walkin the midst of it allthe chaos and uncertaintywith little optimismmuch hope,sanity in natureRound Lake is one of several connected lakes in Lacamas Park, there are various trails throughout 6 miles with an elevation of 190 feet. The paths are not paved and rocky in certain areas. One must watch their step in this cool

I’ve often felt I was the slowest one on this path,there are bikes, skateboards, scooters, and electric versions of the sameeven moms with carriages, a few walkers and walking sticks, there are fast walkers, dog walkers, and runners to bootand they all seem to pass me at one point or another. nowi’m not complaining, I’m

Its spring here, finallythe Ash and Oregon Oak branches are leafingthe Great Horsetail shoots up in droves in the tree understorey,and spreads its spores, as it has done for over 100 million years,in among low leafing herbaceous Hydrophyllum which fills much ground on both sides of this shaded path,the air is perfumed with bud and