I’ve arrived in Portland, miraculously flying through atmospheres, winds and wisps of watery clouds, the sun’s thousands of sparkling photons lighting up the world, riding on silver wings of polished earth, past Three Sisters, elegant in snowy dresses, past craggy Mt. Jefferson and more distant Mt. Adams, past Wy’East or Mt. Hood, within sight of old lady Loowit, Mt. St. Helens, over the waters of the great Columbia and the sturdy Willamette, to be remembered and welcomed, taken in by friends, given hot tea, food and love and shelter under the night sky, in the arms of the Mystery.
Portland – Day 1
January 25th, 2008 · 1 Comment
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1 Richard // Jan 26, 2008 at 5:14 pm
What a beautiful evocation of flying into Portland, past the ancient mountains and rivers, into the human community of your old home. Thank you for giving us the Big Picture.
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