Solstice Sun
My Solstice Son pauses before plunging Sacrificing warmth In order to reveal himself to himself.
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Solstice Sun
My Solstice Son pauses before plunging Sacrificing warmth In order to reveal himself to himself.
Read moreBad but Beautiful
Like many native Humboldters, I married an invasive species-an outlander. And, I can see the good fresh ideas that came with intermarriage between my redneck culture and his occupying army of back-to-the-land folk. Perhaps that’s why I have a soft spot for many of Humboldt County’s exotics listed in a brochure put out by one of my favorite local groups-the
Read moreHumboldt: A Night on the Town
Just in time for your New Year’s Eve (and for all the other rare nights that Southern Humboldters go north), I have sacrificed myself to explore this dangerous upper cousin and return (Alive!) with my report. Unlike other expeditions to the far North, the danger is not in the getting there. Except for a rather longish piece of construction
Read moreSnow Falling on Cedars (and Firs)
Ω White chutes Drift in dark skies Safely, softly adown– Plush packets To satisfy hungry souls.
Read moreA Ticklish Question
This is a gross but I’m a crude country woman and I’m not afraid of addressing a tick-lish topic. Every person living in rural areas has their own process of dealing with ticks and I’ve noticed the methods often differ wildly from those recommended by internet sites. For starters, the sites always urge avoiding “walking in grassy, brushy, or heavily
Read moreMorning Worship
Smoking with Eel River incense, Oaken Altars and Mistletoe missals are Painted in Charcoal strokes On Pewter skies.
Read moreOn a Clear Day
After traveling, our Humboldt skies seem like clear windows to the heavens. When I was child, my mother drove my brother and me down to the city and picked up a girl who had never been out of the Bay Area. She fell asleep almost immediately. When she awoke, we were almost at the Humboldt border. “The sky—it’s BLUE,” she
Read moreThe Eel River Rangers
My dad’s ancestors lived in Sanel (right by Hopland). They were some of the first European settlers. I’m really proud of that. I like having my roots so deep in the soil around here. But you might not want to ask me much about that first pioneer. I might pretend I don’t hear you. Or, education about local history being
Read moreMusings on Mountaintops
What in town makes leaving this worthwhile?
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