Category Archives: Writing life

Writing or not writing, as the case may be

River’s Up!

Finally, we got some rain and snow here, some sleet and freezing rain and rain, rain, and rain – starting around the first part of February.  Usually our rains begin in late October, so we have had plenty of catching … Continue reading

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The Missing Link

The entire Willamette River basin is huge: 11,478 square miles and 13 major tributaries that sing their names in my heart: Long Tom, Calapooia, McKenzie, Luckiamute, Santiam, Yamhill, Tualatin, Clackamas… They slide like water over the tongue of my mind … Continue reading

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Scared or Sacred

Scared.  Or Sacred.  Only one letter switched around makes the difference. I get scared often.  I am scared of strangers, scared of crowds, scared of guns, scared of the plight of our planet, scared of pythons, scared of people who … Continue reading

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For a fiercer life

“We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life, because … Continue reading

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Being Earnest

A new friend of mine hushed her husband who was teasing me about something, “George, now.  Susan is earnest!” she chided.  And I considered, inside, “What in the world does that mean?  Really.”  So, I meandered home and looked it … Continue reading

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Wild Life

Walking down to pick up our mail last week, a loose dog trotted towards me alongside the road.   About the size of a German Shepherd, tan and sleek, he didn’t skip a step, not a bit shy.  Surprised, since … Continue reading

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Pilgrimages

Is it a journey or a pilgrimage?  And how do you know?  Some people walk to a holy site, and it’s a journey:  they are tourists perhaps or just wandering.  Others might take the exact same trail, and it is … Continue reading

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State of the River

River is down today, almost to summer depths, all her bones showing or at least many of them.  Mid-winter, the river should be up and flowing with some abandon, not all weepy and creeping along.  I feel some concern for … Continue reading

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Peering at the EKG of the river

“The river that flows in you also flows in me.”  Kabir River is down now almost to summer levels; no rain for awhile.  Boulders and rocks are exposed.  I expected heavy flow in January, not this. I’m fixated on the … Continue reading

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Lady River’s muscle

A friend of mine reminded me of a song by Linda Allen called Lady River.  More of us river lovers, coming out of the woodwork.  She sings: “When your back is breaking and your heart is sore, Take it down to … Continue reading

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