Oblique Coffee House SE Portland, Oreogn: Music – Lana del Ray
I want to write about how cool of a time I’m having in PDX since arriving yesterday afternoon, but I know I ‘need’ to write about some things more personally urgent (but may not want on the blog). For example, I need to really hash out what I believe in. I need to practice getting a little deeper in my writing, perhaps so that I might be more articulate in spoken word/conversations with others about the status of the world and what we can do to change things. I’ll do that writing separately though and then evaluate it’s relevance to RoamandWrite. Because it’s coming up as I roam, it’s appropriate, however sometimes we just need to write for ourselves. I feel like I’m ready to level up in my written presentation. My writer identity is ready to come forth, to break through the surface and superficial and keep my thoughts penetrating. I tend to stop when I hit a block. Continue reading Portland
At this moment one of my closest friends is between rushes (contractions) during the laboring for her first child. I’m taking this few minutes to write while the midwives set up, just because I have to get out some of the enormity of emotion we are all experiencing. She is a beautiful mama and has taken on some ancient, feminine, divine energy (force) as she works through this. Something else has come into the yurt, something I can’t explain but can feel, almost touch; it’s telling her how to handle everything. I’m in awe, I’m honored, I feel helpless, but glory in it all. I would not be anywhere else than right here with her. What a thing to witness and be part of less than a week after finishing the trail… Continue reading In the Birth Yurt – Ponderosa, Washington
Now in Washington. This next adventure, part two of my 3 months of wandering, is beginning in Washington where I’ll help a very special friend birth her first child. After this week I’ll make my way quickly through Oregon (2 nights) then on to California. I’ll see some highschool buddies in Humboldt, some herb school buddies in the Sierra Nevadas (and hopefully get some Tumbler in Chico!), and then to San Fran for visits with a few different peeps from various phases of my life, hiking part of the Lost Coast Trail, then to AZ for all kinds of reunions, and on to Texas before back to Virginia. Since I’m still nomading it up I’ll keep writing and posting and I go. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
As I write this, I’m on a plane Portland bound, and listening to Fleetwood Mac. It’s been my plan all along to go West for a month after my hike, but I didn’t expect it to be so hard to leave. I feel like a bag of trail mix. Salty sweet crunchy soft. I’ve got a thousand feelings but I’m just observing them and paying attention to where they come from and what they have to teach me, rather than getting hooked into any one of them and spiraling out – which is kinda what happened yesterday. Continue reading Post Hike Reintegration