This blog is an attempt to put into words the things I’ve never had words for.
There seem so many messages, divinations possible in a sparrowhawk’s cry, in the pokeberry ink crushed into the walk, in nearly-neon patterns chalked onto new blacktop. I look at those things and I seek and wonder what they mean; a random bird’s utterance can be more satisfying than messages from my fellow humans who are often drab. I have waited all my life, indeed been waiting behind my eyes as I’ve gone about the business of living my life. I have ever been in the thicket.
And occasionally I’ll find something.