We live at the base of So-Bahli- Ahli. Lofty lady. It’s the name local tribes gave the mountain that presides over the living here in our far-flung corner of the Pacific Northwest. The valley of the Stillaguamish. This was before the settlers came and the farmer that lost his horse. The mountain that was once…
Tag: creative nonfiction
God is Here
When I last travelled the desert, I passed this one empty house. It was along a flat stretch of highway. A straight away nearly twelve miles long. Springtime was busting out. The desert filling with promise. Green spotted the hills and I could see dots of little yellow flowers. And rain. Rain was loving the…
Fire
The plume rises before us. White and billowy. We watch from across the valley. Then walk back to our camp by the lake. The beautiful alpine lake snug against steep cliffs – where remnants of snow cling to rocks on the far side. It is the place we pick to monitor the fire’s behavior. To…
Life Along The River 