The Present Past.

"Time is a one-way mirror" -- Tyson Motsenbocker "it was the way, standing stillor looking out,walking or even talkingwith others in the evening bar,holding your drinkand laughing with the rest,that you realized–part of youhad already dropped to its knees,to pray, to sing, to look–to fall in love with everythingand everyone again" -- from David Whyte's … Continue reading The Present Past.


I want to wake up with you next to me on a cold, Seattle Sunday. I'll wake up first, of course: you've always been the one to sleep in. And we'll walk the farmer's market with our rain jackets pulled over our fleece beanies. My hand in yours, like a metaphor of something larger than … Continue reading We.