Who can measure time

under such a sky?

The real season of joy

The good news is I feel it all; the bad news: exactly the same. In the winter, 

I find myself longing to hibernate, at odds with the demands of the 24/7 world. But in spring 

and summer, the happiness I know is inexpressible--a kind of delirious love overtakes me. 

Unravelling

Nested

Walking between the sea and the sky

The wind as her breath

Whenever I walk through tall grass---whether it's the dunes close to the sea 

or the dry hills out east, it seems that this grass is the fur of some huge animal 

who carries me without complaint, who bears my small weight with patience.