First off, the park walk was unexpectedly later, due to me thinking I had a medical appt. this morning, when it is actually next week. This is a case where I rescheduled the appointment due to having visitors, but did not correctly update my calendar. This required a trip home to dress for walk. Luckily […]

the way the light fallsin this foreston this morningwith it’s birdsongslight breeze,this other worldlythis notion of all thingsin apparent unrehearsed harmony,startledat my own shadowmoving in locksteptenderly along this dirt path,attentive to this,right hereit is all right here.

The day started with a walk early before the forecasted, extended heat wave of the next four days duration. This means that the evening temp. never goes below 60° while the days peak in the mid-90°s. The evergreens here suffer, while the birds seem thankful for my sprinkler filling the non-functional fountain that now serves

Robert L. Arnold’s writings come from a deep place; folded in the arms of empathy and compassion, but it would be a mistake to take this kindness for weakness, it is the more powerful rootball of energy emanating action, the fireball of truth that burns away that which is performative, that which no longer serves

It’s 10:34PM.The blasting, primarily from one neighbor, has been ongoing since 4:00 in the afternoon. Sporadically, loud, house-shaking, nerve jarring.At this point, I am feeling pity for the pointlessness, for this neighbor (whose house and cars look broken) who spent thousands of dollars on fancy gunpowder to celebrate an administration that is stripping him of

alive, thankful for breatheheart lovingheart not loving all the inhumanityeyes producing tearsa Multnomah Falls of tearsdailyfor dead children, separated families,sick and missing hearts,mouths’ words find a small choirstanding on Mill Plainsigns screaming of insanitiesto passing traffic votesthumbs up, middle fingers upwhile hitting the gas home,words the hand pensfootnotes of feelingin the digital record of historyagainst

I smelled the Wild Rose bushes blooming in front of the Children’s Wilderness School,I noticed the resident turtles were happily sunning on the logs on the South East side of their pond,I heard a smattering of chattering of the Mallards while the Wood Ducks and Canadian Goose looked on, I observed two Nutrias swim with