Better than a thousand useless words is one word that gives peace. Monday, November 7, 2011. There is nothing we can do, so we may as well just calm down and wait. Billie Holiday? We may not want to be near this right now. I stood in line at the customs in JFK in New.

Reflections in Wind, Water, and Stone. Musings on the Desert Southwest and other wild places across America. Wednesday, February 16, 2011. The day would begin dark and blue, deep in the southern pines that surrounded my home. I would run down the road then, looking at the blue mist between the trees, choked with trailing vines and greenbriar. Thursday, February 3, 2011.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012. Rain Day upon day of foggy, moist, freezing drizzle. A persistant wet that leaves mold on the walls of my house, ice on my floor, clumps the salt in its shaker, and leaves my hands constantly and painfully in a state of raw numbness. As of today, the prayers are yet to be answered. They are building and building.

Tales of Morocco and continued adventures Stateside. Wednesday, June 13, 2012. This last couple of weeks I have been in Thousand Oaks, San Diego, San Jose, Petaluma, Napa, Sacramento, and finally arriving in Portland.