A little parcel in Bend.

As many of you know, I have a dream. I have a dream for a little parcel of land somewhere in the high desert, that's a sacred space and adventure mecca one. This summer, completely unintentionally, I found that space. It was a stopover on a road trip, on the way to a triathlon which … Continue reading A little parcel in Bend.

Searching for the good kind of quiet

It's tough coming back from the wilderness. Without fail, I approach the Bay Bridge and am suddenly side-swiped by complicated emotions. I'm relieved to see the familiar skyline draped in fog or seared by sunset, the glowing freeway exits and pulsing city lights. Memories emerge-- I'm twelve again, squabbling with my brother in Dad's blue … Continue reading Searching for the good kind of quiet