The Weekly Directive

I remember sitting on my grandmother’s porch back in Oregon, watching the mist cling to the Douglas firs while the…

I remember sitting on a mossy log back in Oregon, staring at my reflection in a still forest pool after…

I remember sitting on my grandmother’s porch in Oregon, the damp scent of pine and wet earth filling my lungs…

I remember standing at the edge of a cedar grove back home in Oregon, the mist clinging to my wool…

I was out near the edge of the Cascades last Tuesday, kneeling in the damp moss to check on some…

I remember sitting in my small kitchen back in Oregon, staring at a cold, half-eaten takeout container at 3:00 AM,…

I remember sitting on my porch back in Oregon last autumn, the air smelling of damp cedar and decaying leaves,…

I was out in the woods yesterday, kneeling in the damp moss to harvest some wild stinging nettle, when I…

I remember sitting on a mossy log in the Cascades last autumn, my fingers stained purple from wild blackberries, feeling…

I remember sitting on the floor of a sterile airport terminal last autumn, my bones feeling heavy and my mind…