
Gaze upon the town
Centuries of memories
Under the fresh snow
poetry, prose, and photography

Gaze upon the town
Centuries of memories
Under the fresh snow
Winter’s afternoon
Watching these clouds move through firs
Such grace filled motion
Out east of Bellingham, near the town of Deming, we journeyed to the Nooksack river to see eagles. Around twenty bald and golden eagles sat among the trees. Seagulls fought for the scraps.
Looking to the west
Lights flicker in the darkness
City filled with stars
So, why am I here?
Such a powerful question
This path to greatness
I want to grow, to become more, do important things, make a positive impact upon this place I love. That is what I mean by “greatness” . But that’s only a part. How I need to define my goal.
As Thich Naht Hahn said, “The path is the goal”. It’s a fluid, moving target, evolving as my soul grows. I find this beautiful.

A haiku at the end of this busy day. Family after church, this period where birthdays intersect with major holidays.
Now in night’s darkness
The air has become silent
Peacefulness reclaimed
It’s now calm as the wrong storm has passed through Seattle. Hope all you Seattle area folks got through relatively unscathed. Sure seems a bit of a mess right now.
​Fears can speak loudly
We must learn to not let them
Paralyze our will