The waves here change each day. Sometimes the water is tinged brown with seaweed. Sometimes the water is calm and clear to the sandbars. I used to swim in the Gulf without an ounce of fear. I tried floating the other day, and it took … Continue reading Bluesy Dispatch from the Redneck Riviera
I am never going to get it Right. What I know: I hunger to connect. With the land, with people. Is there a different way to visit another universe? I hunger for wildness. And so I pause to walk the length of my gravel driveway … Continue reading Prayer Life on the Mountain, August 2021
As we pulled out of the driveway on Friday, a doe lay on the side of the road next to our mailbox. Her body stretched out on her right side, as if she chose to rest on this particular bed of pine needles. Only, her … Continue reading Directions to My Home
So, here is what was supposed to be. You were going to bake with cast iron for our 10-year anniversary, and I would craft a kickass haiku. Something like… Blueberry pie night’s Snow moon blinks on salt water Beach sand sugar beams But these words, … Continue reading The Poem That Never Happened
He clears a back room, so I may have a writing space of my own. He tells me, “Why not? Just write. Let me support you.” He plans to one day build a writing cabin. He can do this because his hands belong to his … Continue reading Let Go
Wake up! Wiggle the parts of your body still working Stare out the window, Inhale Let your body cut loose – the burps, the pees, all the what-have-yous Exhale Open your window and fill your lungs Breathe in the scent of your animal home Laugh … Continue reading How to Miracle
I’m a slow learner. I’m an experiential learner – always have been. It takes me a long time to identify my feelings as a rich source of information, as legitimate. It is as if I’m standing in a field of sparkling gems, and all I … Continue reading The Good Work
For Lauren How are Adam and Eve, Lauren asks. They’re great, hanging above my espresso machine. We drink bubbles from vintage hollow stems – Amaro accented by curls of lemon peel, air redolent with laughter We finger small plates of crudo and charred octopus. This … Continue reading Rewilding in Durham, Before the Pandemic
There’s a shift I’m beginning to notice. My intention in making my home on one of your mountains was to fall in love in a new way – to see with new eyes. You’ve heard me say I can stare at your trees for hours … Continue reading Dear Arkansas,
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