trees, part 2....

my favorite tree in portland was cut down a few weeks ago. it was dismantled respectfully, i'm sure, but its sad pile of constituent parts--the bones and arms and feet and legs and fingers and red, fire leaf hair--were strewn about the ground like a defeated giant. i stopped my car and took a moment of silence...thought about stealing some of the wood for sentimental cabinetry or something, but there was a big orange dog guarding the yard.

there's something about the american elms on ladd. those big, knobby, gentle and terrifying american elms. they sing and sigh...i've heard them.

trees

i need to spend more time with trees

serenading christian troll

i've been singing my prayers under the blue bridge lately at reed. last night our little band of Jesus reedies sang together to our Jesus, clandestine and ablaze with candles and full moons and an honest desire for Love. Paul talked about his visions lately of "la restoracion", and i remembered riding my bike on the esplanade a few days ago...gave an apple to a homeless vet who didn't have any teeth. neither did he have a sharp implement with which to cut an apple, but he was glad i stopped nonetheless. "la restoracion"--it feels completely ridiculous to talk to God on the esplanade and not offer something to eat to someone who's hungry, even if the attempt completely misses the mark. even if the attempt is also completely ridiculous.
the other morning tracy and i sang under the blue bridge while reedies traversed to class above. i thought about my neighbor who got drunk a few years ago and mowed over our vegetable garden. i thought about how we were just getting ready for harvesting our kale and chard and carrots, onions, snow peas. and then they were gone and the ground was empty for a long while.