And then I left for a week-end writing workshop on "Earth Verse" with Kim Stafford at the Sitka Center for Arts and Ecology, a birthday gift from my daughter Eloika. I felt utterly humbled sitting in that group, and yet words flowed onto my paper. And sure enough, my heart, imagination, and writings were full of children, water, rocks, and light.
So here today I have gathered some few photos from Friday, and two of my rough verses, written for myself, and now apparently for you, shared in the innocent spirit of the children who inform my life.
We began with Latourell Falls, the western-most falls in the Gorge. First we walked down the trail, getting up close and personal with the plunging falls and the rushing water. The kids scrambled over rocks at the edge of the creek until the spray was blasting us and I said, go no further. Then we hiked up the curving trail which climbs above the top of the falls.
With Children at a Waterfall
Slip inside the water, I tell them.
Let your eyes follow it as it falls.
When it hits the pool, stay with it.
Bring mist to the hillside, glistening yellow flowers.
Flow and tumble over rocks.
Move, swirl, dance, down, down.
Within water lies the great mystery.
Free of clinging.
Connecting us all.
Slip inside the water and be free.
Sun tracks eastern cliff.
Shadows cloak western wall.
Kim Stafford used some lines from a Leonard Cohen poem to set the tone for our workshop. They rose up in my mind, ringing loud, as I finished this blog post.