Saturday, January 20, 2001


soft and soothing yet dark and secret
A womb for life that never stops
constant movement
older than the hills
yet young and new each moment

Wednesday, January 17, 2001

mountains watching the blue sky
standing their ground as they have for
a million years
greeting their sister, the sun
who was distant
her mind was on her brothers in Chile
but she did grant her Idaho siblings a cool glance

Monday, January 15, 2001

Snowboarding . . . a great day! I'm finally getting it! I figured out how to turn. A few moments when I really felt like a shredder. Snow was soft and cold packed powder, me surfing downhill so smooth like riding a wave. Mountain tops in the sun - were they applauding me?