Beautiful insights as always from one of my favorite poets.


Salt Creek Here.    Now.    Here.    Now.  this has been a mantra I’ve carried for years, and one I carry today as I trudge through the heaviest snow we’ve had all year.

This is what I’ve been waiting for – a thick blanket of snow to cover these trails and woods and for me to be the first one out on it.  I’ve gotten my wish, taken the day off, and amongst other things, I’m reflecting on how weak this modern life has made us.  Maybe that’s a gross assertion, but I’m in not terrible shape, and making my way through a foot of fresh snow is wearing me out.

Lone TrailTougher than I thought it’d be, but I fall into a rhythm – here.   now.   here. – with my breath, my steps, and later my mind.  I stop every few minutes, my heart bouncing in my chest…

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