It’s grey and ugly and there are cigarette butts lying around. Other people’s mess. You lean into the exhaustion, so dry, so depleted. It’s been a long season of sorrow, joy, work, hope, and love– hope and love despite and still and always. You have nothing left. No voice to sing into the dark. But … Continue reading
I don’t have a bucket list because I so rarely know what are the things I need to do before I die. Rather, my list is one that I add something to after the fact because only then is when I realize that I truly needed that moment to make my life complete. This attitude … Continue reading
Christmas trees are viking heroes. They deserve a death of flame and ash that is dispersed across the Pacific to the other side of the world or at the very least the Sierra Nevada Foothills. The wood chipper lacks romance. No one laughs or sings around the chipper truck like we do a decorated Noble … Continue reading
You know that depressing time of year when you de-decorate your Christmas tree and it is sad and dry and brown and then you drag it, shedding needles all the way, to the curb for tree pick up? You know, how, for days, you drive down the street pass brown, silent, sad trees–one per house, … Continue reading
