William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: yoga
“Send it off in a letter to yourself”
In the morning my eyes were puffy and my hair askance, and I went to Starbucks like that for a cold brew. I said skip the ice, I just need the caffeine — the woodpecker woke me up again. And … Continue reading
Posted in hiking, humor, identity, Memoir
Tagged hiking, Issaquah Alps, pacific northwest, Seattle Mountaineers, Steely Dan, William Pearse writer, work-life balance, yoga
27 Comments
They know it’s time to go
After 89 days without a good rain it was definitive it would come back Sunday. We were gearing up for the first fire of the season, a stew, some red wine, music. We’d move the patio furniture to the garage, … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, musings
Tagged fall, fear, identity, Memoir, pacific northwest, Sandy Denny, self, sentiment, sentimentality, writing, yoga
16 Comments
Corpse pose, prose
When we came back from Germany last year I had May, June, July, August, and September off before I went back to work. And before that I had a year not working, starting just before Christmas. How fast the clouds … Continue reading
Posted in death, musings, prose
Tagged corpse pose, existentialism, meaning of existence, Meaning of life, postaday, William Pearse writer, yoga
2 Comments
Sunday morning salutation
When the sun rose you could hardly tell. A set of bats stirred from their perch, and were gone. The whole tree, made of bats. Some branches wagged and bobbed, didn’t say a word. The gray inaction, Sunday morning. Even … Continue reading
Posted in prose, yoga
Tagged bats, meditation, prose, reflection, Sunday, tree pose, William Pearse writer, yoga
18 Comments
The day we thought we died
It was the first time I started my morning ritual but then stopped and just went back to bed. I got the coffee going, fed the animals, but it was still dark outside so I lay in bed another 20 … Continue reading
“The hydrographic apex”
These posts for the next week or so are from a recent backpacking trip I made on the PCT with my dear friend Brad Shaffer. The post titles are taken from the great climber Fred Beckey from his Cascade Alpine Guide which … Continue reading
Posted in death, hiking, travel, yoga
Tagged creative nonfiction, Desolation Angels, Fred Beckey, Grateful Dead, humor, Jack Kerouac, Jimi Hendrix, Memoir, Mountaineering, pacific northwest, PCT, Stehekin, tears of rage, William Pearse writer, yoga
20 Comments
The pink question mark of chance
I asked Dawn if she wants to pet the dog to please do it outside because she’s shedding again and I have to vacuum like every day, and though it’s only the den, it fills the canister in just one … Continue reading
Posted in musings, travel, writing
Tagged backpacking, Cat Stevens, cats, creative nonfiction, dogs, humor, Memoir, Mountaineering, pacific northwest, PCT, Perseids, stream-of-consciousness, Tea for the Tillerman, William Pearse writer, yoga
15 Comments
