You get enough light to walk by now a half an hour before sunrise. Still it was too dark and I jumped the gun driving to the state park in the rain. You could see it in the headlights and… Read More ›
pacific northwest
Your own personal Jesus
Thirty years ago I moved to Seattle, sight unseen. I was living in Philadelphia with my girlfriend in an artist loft in a bad part of town. That winter in Philadelphia was the worst one in years, as was the… Read More ›
That one January in the UK
As January came to a close we left our rental in Bath and made our way down to Canterbury. I remember thinking we’ll probably never be back here, and feeling a sadness in that. But it was more the fact… Read More ›
High Point Way
I went back up Tiger Mountain, the High Point Way trail that cuts through a former homeless camp, Tent City 4. That camp kept getting moved until it landed here, at the base of Tiger Mountain smack dab on the… Read More ›
Human years
1/21/26 The sound of the cock crowing in the morning is doleful the way it peaks and trails off. It’s so cold when the headlights hit the road it is all diamonds, the frost. Up ahead it’s the old guy… Read More ›
Granite Mountain lookout, MLK
I went back to Granite Mountain, one of the local climbs off the interstate maybe a half an hour from our house. You drive east to Snoqualmie Pass and it’s right before the pass. I-90 goes from Seattle to Boston… 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 ›
Sun salutation
I took down Christmas like a logger felling a tree, lopping off the higher limbs then chain sawing it down in sections. Christmas took days to put up with its exterior lights, interior arrangements, well-choreographed nativity scenes, collectible Santa figurines,… Read More ›
Pink champagne on ice
How could we live differently? We asked ourselves the same question every year but didn’t get far with the answer. I went back up Tiger Mountain on New Year’s Eve, a few hours before sunset. I wanted to go with… Read More ›
Leftovers
By this time of year we are feeling bloated physically and almost spiritually by all our excess. To watch the kids on Christmas morning tearing into their packages is like witnessing the human Id in its purest form. That desire… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 