Wood and Water

I've been posting like mad in my UrBlog linked to the headline. Yes, there's meandering. It's the salt water in my blood reminded of the ocean every time the Willamette changes direction with the tides and all the time I spend in Portland's woody spaces I guess. Did you know there's rivers under the streets here? Underground water pulsing with the ocean. It's all coming out like this cause my old word patterns can't hold my new thoughts. Patience and oyster mushrooms, cosmos in motion, finding a safe path through the bardo. See the UrBlog for more.