The antiseptic smell of the airplane cabin, people entering codes on their phones, mating machines through digital glyphs. The way the plane jostles a bit like you’re on a boat. All the little green lights on the seats to charge… Read More ›
mindfulness
For small moments
Thank god for the small moments. Outside on the lawn the way our old dog lifts her nose to the sun and sniffs, and squints. Some bird’s nonsense and some flies, the first, their happy meandering. Then a neighbor’s dog… Read More ›
Squak-Connector Trail to Shy Bear Pass
The snow was heavy and wet, not far from slush. My wife said you shouldn’t go into the woods because the branches could break and fall but I went anyway and when I got there it was just like that,… Read More ›
Holding boundaries
Four years ago Russia invaded Ukraine while we vacationed at Laguna Beach over mid-winter break. I was two months into my no-weed sobriety and a year without alcohol. Going to a place as beautiful as Laguna Beach seemed cause enough… Read More ›
Glittering prize
The Issaquah Alps are a series of mountains in western Washington stretching along Interstate 90 between Lake Washington and the Cascade Range. No peak is higher than 3,500 feet, roughly 1,050 meters. I’ve climbed the Tiger Mountain trails, Cougar Mountain… Read More ›
First Sundays
My wife and the dog snored as I sat on the floor at the base of the bed in the dark meditating. The book said the body lives in the past, the mind lives in the future, and yoga connects… Read More ›
Rat torture scene reveal
By the time we got to winter it already felt like spring in the Pacific Northwest. A few things bloomed and the Christmas bugs returned, those gray, floppy, mosquito-like creatures that come every January. I don’t mind the bugs but… Read More ›
Extraordinary life
Then one day it just ends. The inexplicable way things begin and end. Like some pain in a joint or a job or the last of that awful, single-ply toilet paper roll you bought thinking it was the normal kind…. Read More ›
Song for the dawn
I loved the look of the dawn in the mountains when camping, a long band of pale light along the horizon pushing up against the dark and gloom. It was uplifting to see how the light could dispel the dark… Read More ›
Urban hieroglyphics
When the macadam broke on the road it took on the texture of a lizard or elephant’s skin, deep ridges spidering out in broken patterns. It was light enough to see on my walk by the horse farms though still… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 