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Journal (As I Remember): Day 3
10 June 2022 The first toll of the 9 am church bell wakes me up, and I rise from a tangle of covers thrown off in the night. It’s been warm, and I have not yet come to terms with air conditioning. Our cousin Jaci comes over while I am still washing up in the…
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Journal (As I Remember): Day 2
June 9th 2022 I wake up around 6:30 from dreams of being here and walking around the neighborhood with family. I write my dreams, and then scroll. I learn that a family friend from lopez had family who came from outside Budapest once upon a time. I do my watercolor journal for yesterday, open the…
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Journal (As I Remember)
June 8th, 2022 When I get to Budapest it is raining. It pours down the windows of the plane and taps on the roof. It feels like the place saying ‘welcome home.’ There are complications getting the passenger tube hooked up and getting our bags out, but customs is easy and at last I make…
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Beginning in Budapest
The sun is bright this morning, bursting out of a rich blue sky. The cars roll by in the streets, and the church bell tolls at half-hourly intervals. I can hear the buses screeching to a halt on their rails and the constant exhalation of air conditioning in our apartment. I’m sitting next to tall…
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A Love Poem to The Seasons
I love the snow, I love the rain I love the sleet between I love each dewey, foggy morn Each dappled shade of green I love the sun, who shines on down And allows the world to grow I love the way it dances, turns, and sets a brilliant glow I fall in love as…
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Shoreline says…
Shoreline is the in-between place. The place that is just before and just after and exactly where earth overlaps water. Shoreline is wild and serene. It is the place I go to grieve and the place I go in joy. It is a place that soothes despair and washes aways frustration and anger. Shoreline replenishes…
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A Poem for the Stars
Diamond twinkles in the night Starry paths, oh what delight! The shapes you make up in the sky wink to me a lullaby Standing on the frosty ground, what’s once forgot, again is found No doubt have I here on this night Why at the very first your light shone on my ancestors, old as…
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Crafting A Path Through Diaspora: Part II
Stitching With Stories As A Labor Of Love Disclaimer: While this is an important and relevant topic, the following is also only my experience. It is not true for everyone, and my experience with diaspora is not the experience that needs to be at the forefront right now. I am privileged, and white, and live…
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Crafting A Path Through Diaspora (Part I)
Disclaimer: While this is an important and relevant topic, the following is also only my experience. It is not true for everyone, and my experience with diaspora is not the experience that needs to be at the forefront right now. I am privileged, and white, and live in a community that is primarily made up…
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A Story from the Shoreline
I was walking on the beach one night when I saw a selkie bathing She lay upon the rocks bright though the moon was waning I’d been taught to fear the human seal and so I turned and ran Along the shore and up the path till I stood on the headland And there I…
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Tea with the Sea
What do you bring to tea with the sea? I know she likes dust And rain And ships And occasionally a few bodies Serving fish seems blasphemous and she’s allergic to oil Cake, while delightful, becomes soggy in her hands as do cookies and sandwiches (and no one likes a soggy sandwich) Seeing…
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Home is
Home is cold toes and salty skinHome is evergreen-madrona-lichen covered bluff magicHome is saunas on Sunday And laundry on MondayHome is rain and fog and cloudy daysAnd home is woodsmoke and eagle feather cedar ceremony And plants healAnd make it or trade it, don’t buy itAnd leather and woolOr nothing at allHome is friends and family, together…
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I was born and raised in the San Juan Islands and believe in the necessity of story and the magic of tea and the nourishment that can be drawn from both. I believe in my ancestors, in the natural world, in honesty, and in love.
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