After the Storm, The Mushrooms Arrive

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Saturday the winds whipped up a storm that brought pounding rain to Western Washington state. Some trees fell and others just lost a few branches. Debris flew at 65 to 70 miles an hour into people, cars and buildings causing minor injuries and property damage. A friend and I stood outside guiding traffic away from a downed wire and watched the sky for the tell-tale signs of blue flashes that said that another transformer was blown, another neighborhood losing their power. It wasn't the first … [Read more...]

The Mystic Black Hole Where Technology Failed Me

It was like a black hole. Only it didn't affect light. It only affected communication. Radio waves and the Internet and the telephone. All as good as dead in the zone around my mother's small town apartment.Great effort was required to get information in or out of the black hole, and even when there was success, it was often time-delayed to a most frustrating extent.People would call me, but my phone didn't ring. I might get a voicemail alert an hour or two later. Or not. I would try to … [Read more...]

Remembering the never born: claiming a sibling as an Ancestor

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As part of preparing for October's blogging about Ancestor remembrance, I had a long chat with my blogging partner for the project, the very lovely Reba Riley, who blogs on the Progressive Christian Channel at Post-Traumatic Church Syndrome. We found that we have a lot in common, from our shared interest in universal, heart aspects of spirituality, to some 'coincidences' in our personal histories and circumstances.My personal Ancestor remembranceWhen I was explaining to Reba how I … [Read more...]

The Crossroads of Memory

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Memory is a great crossroads, an always-in-between.  Step here and you're elsewhere, turn instead and another world opens before you. Walk back and you're there again, all paths before you, trod by someone who used to be you.You can walk those paths to meet you, but you're not him who was there.  You're later, you're another, treading trails another-you marked out for later.  Remember this, he might have thought, and the other him, who is you, tries to collect what was scattered. Re … [Read more...]

When the heather blooms: the end of summer

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August is a difficult month for me. I can't write about it while it's happening. It's still summer, but the tang of autumn starts to flavour the air. The sun's power wanes, the days get shorter, even as its rays are still warm and feel strong.I love spring; I love summer; I love autumn; I love winter. But the liminal times between them, the transitional times -- April, August, November, February -- create a disturbing, confusing experience for me.Partly, that's due to the effects of S … [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: The Dead

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We die with the dying:See, they depart, and we go with them.We are born with the dead:See, they return, and bring us with them.--T.S. Eliot, Little GiddingOn the Streets of Cities They Once Walked"You guys mind if I pour some to dead?" he asked.  A stranger. Homeless, on the stoop of a church.His friend's aren't having it.  It's a waste of beer.  We're passers-by, lost in conversation.  But I'm no longer surprised by this stuff."Hey--you guys don't mind, right?"We turn.  I s … [Read more...]

Missing The Forest

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I found home.At least for now.  You never quite know how things go.  Love, calamity, poverty, gentrification, fires, earthquakes...things fall apart quicker than you can ever guess.  A policeman could shoot an unarmed kid and the whole town erupts in riot because they do this all the time and they've finally had enough, and maybe the place you live gets teargassed and you have to leave.  Or maybe you could be the kid, and then you really end up having to leave, even though you'll stick aro … [Read more...]


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