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Webs on a trail in Washington State

illusionary

Feels like you’ve been here before,

illusionary doors,

unsettled stagnant scores.

the gateway

the feeling that you might end up somewhere else entirely,

depending on where you step,

to veer off trail is to find yourself losing yourself,

which, depending on who you ask,

can be lovely

or alarming.

resolve

There are some very large letting goes to do:

people, places, honeyed and battered phases of life

there are some even larger letting goes to do:

anger, tears, parts of yourself that leave with no return.

have a past.

Everything that’s happened cannot be held today- Cleo Wade

Hope

Above all else.

May love and hope, which is our natural state,

be what we return home to.

the midst

Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.

~Unknown

6:45am

Sleepless, but with a silver lining.

Portals

Hello & Goodbye.

Forever yours,

September

October

We’ve entered into the softest season of boldness.

A quiet yet colorful paradox.

Confident whispers.

once more with feeling

Interrupting Canadian imagery from our trip to bring you a surprise I experienced at 11:07pm last night. It lasted about 15 minutes and was stronger in color visible to the naked eye than what we saw months ago.

I can’t believe I’ve now seen the aurora twice this year.. life is full of the unexpected.

Avast

in British Columbia waters, 2024

Bound/Influenced

What it feels like to be a wave

Influenced by a small thing you can never touch,

Pushed and pulled always in motion.

To hold such force..

But only within the confines of

That small thing that binds you.

That thing that is smaller than you.

That thing you can never touch.

heart tangles

If I loved you less, I may be able to talk about it more.

– Emma, Jane Austen

the hymn

let her go to the sea

Photowalks

A Glass meetup from last year, including Nick, Daniel, and Caleb doing what photographers do, in East Lake. Are you sensing a theme this week, dear reader?

Week's End

Picked tulips outside a cafe in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA,

reflecting how I feel at the end of a very full week.

Sparkles

Lake Union, 2011

Purple Sand Pipers

early morning beach vignette from 2012

Low Pressure

Freedom and possibility within layers of pressure.

Grateful to look out my window and see metaphor.