POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Hiking
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One Big Self
But I’m learning now to give up the resistance to the outside world. Learning to accept the hardness of stones, the sharpness of frozen rain hitting the bridge of my nose, and the slickness of the lichen that sprawls over the mountain’s granite (though it all too often lands me on my very unappreciative ass).…
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Opening Myself to the Awkwardness
I also have a fear of being too personal. It’s like showing up in a dress that is just a smidgen too short and crosses some line no one explicitly told you about. Everyone lifts an eyebrow, and then looks away. Be honest, but don’t be too honest. Earnestness makes everyone feel awkward. I’m reading…
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Day Hike: Ulvarudlå, Jæren
It was one of those days that the Norwegian poet Tor Obrestad called white days. I am sure he is not the only one to have called them that. But translating his work, it was the first time I’d run across the phrase. I found “white days” much more beautiful than “overcast”. More sensual. Therefore…
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What I Learned on the Plateau
Wisdom is knowing that, with knowing that, it’s my own fault when I topple onto my ass.
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What I Mean By Staying Open
Things were good now, but they would change, and even that was a good thing. The way things are supposed to be. This feeling is my definition of gratitude. It involves an element of submission, an acceptance and appreciation. It is lying in Savasana, palms up and open.
