letters from the forest

The giant drift logs arrived and stayed.

In Rialto Beach they created a spectacle.

They travelled for miles, some for more than a hundred years.

The sea played with them, toys of the ocean, accompanying their journey to safe havens.

They were tenacious travellers.

The logs were bleached but they could be red cedar, birch, maple, cottonwood,alders, and perhaps other species.

Were they letters the forest sent to us?

Read and study them.

Learn the ecosystem, how nature behaves.

Could they teach us about life?
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photos: by me (on top) and by Mrs. Abstract (below) Mrs. Abstract and I visited Rialto Beach,”located only 56 miles west of Port Angeles, Washington, off U.S. Highway 101”, driving through Olympic National Park, after we left Victoria Island and on our way back to Oregon before returning to California. note: the idea of 10 short sentences accompanying a photo(s) comes from Erin Morgenstern, author of The Night Circus, in her blog of flax-golden tales: http://erinmorgenstern.com/flax-golden/

photos: by me (on top) and by Mrs. Abstract (below)
Mrs. Abstract and I visited Rialto Beach,”located only 56 miles west of Port Angeles, Washington, off U.S. Highway 101”, driving through Olympic National Park, after we left Victoria Island and on our way back to Oregon before returning to California.
note: the idea of 10 short sentences accompanying a photo(s) comes from Erin Morgenstern, author of The Night Circus, in her blog of flax-golden tales: http://erinmorgenstern.com/flax-golden/

 

 

wanderers of the world

I’m not an echo of my consciousness
or a disruptive bird confused by the burden of pain
or a poet trying to outrun the inevitable
and can’t sit still for one hour.

I’m trying to connect seven cites and seven hills
imagine a tender sky without thunderstorm,
unravel “knots and intents”,
go beyond the “safe and familiar”
beyond the fence of unknowing
but gifts or advice can be dangerous even from the wise.

I have to follow a road with courage and sorrow
a yearning for deeper and deeper astonishment
like other “wanderers of the world”.

Will you climb above the clouds

play within constraints
rules that you can follow or break
challenge your mind

fiction or real
virtual or alive
engage life’s possibilities

demons, “you’ll not encounter them
unless you carry them within your soul,
unless your soul sets them up before you.”

“…do not rush your journey.
Better that it last for many years…”
…with so much experience,”

You will understand.

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photo: from Hurricane Ridge,Olympic National Park,Washington
note: the quotations are from the poem Ithaca by Constantine P. Cavafy