Ocean Eyes

I love my best friend.

She is funny and strong and true-to-the-bones.

She is like a blade of sunlight, shot through water. A polar plunge that slaps me in the face and wakes me with a start.

Startling. Wise. Taking risks. Living out the gospel in each step. 

When she runs the piney trails, the wind rejoices with her,

When she climbs the rocky walls the world grows wilder and more peaceful.

When she loves someone, the trees fall and the stones split from weight of it. 

She isn't just a lover, she is a live-er.

She drinks in life with great gasping gulps as if she'll never get enough. 

Loving to learn, she lives in a constant state of transformation. 

Wisdom is all around us; she knows where to look, and when she finds it she treasures it. 

I love running with her on the mountains, city streets and at the river's side.

Everyone should have a best friends like her, but there is only one of her...so too bad.

New Gold

Once upon a time

Once upon the sand

Once I saw the newness

burst Open in my hands

have you seen the gold

On the waters of a lake?

have you stretched your soul 

so you thought it would break?

I was freckled

so were you

we ran through the trees

till the sun set

the changes have come

like the unstoppable rivers

swiftly changing scenes 

ever flowing waters

But I am not afraid

each day grows brighter

than the last

each moment braver

as I get closer to the sun

until I burst into flame

and burn with life

that never comes to an end

I'm not afraid

photo by Hope Autumn

New Mexico

Today I'm missing New Mexico. I road-tripped there in March with some of my favorite girls in the world :) 

I wrote this on our way home.


shadowed mountains on the skyline
soft morning in the Mexico Sky
dawn breaks with a rosy peach
unbrushed teeth and a hasty goodbye

the dust shimmers around me
Black coffee and Red stones
Sage, like the brush in the deserty wind
dry, like the bones under my skin

and we drive North
soon I'll hear the creek-bed chorus
from my porch
aching blue above the winding canyons
gives way to black dirt
and cloudy skies

and we drive North
the screen door slams
on my porch
the rain on my roof will find the beat
thunder on the kick-drum
Dancing Feet

home

photo by Hope Autumn

photo by Hope Autumn

photo by Hope Autumn

photo by Hope Autumn

Santiam River

We drove up out of the valley, through the mountains, listening to Coldplay.

The Santiam River. It was breathtaking. I wondered if my whole life had been a dream and I just woken up. Rivendell. Stretching above my head, the pines leaned in towards the sun. The water was clear and freezing, swiftly flowing below the moss covered boulders and enormous slabs of stone that had been sprinkled in the river by a giant's hand. The sun was bright and warm, but not warm enough to heat the glacial water that shivered my bones and shocked my lungs as I jumped in. How alive were the ferns that curled beneath my dripping feet and the moss that covered the stepping stones to heaven. How young we were when we climbed the rock walls and let the rapids carry us under. How old when we crept inside the cave and listened to the waterfalls SING sing sing about the many ages it had seen. How timeless, that river, it knows no sorrow. Only rocks and swift thoughts of every changing landscape and ever-passing time. Every moment was a lifetime, I felt the Earth's heartbeat all around me. Life pulsed inside me. We jumped from the cliffs; we flew. Poised on the edge, muscles waiting. Throw yourself forward. Falling. Flying. Waiting. Air rushes around you.
Splash.
Underwater, coldwater, heavywater, kicking to the surface.
The danger thrilled us and we laughed until we fell down on the forest floor and the sun danced in the corners of our eyes. 

Somedays...you taste heaven.

Photo by my cousin- Jamey Pyles (https://www.facebook.com/jameypylesphotography)

8/4/12

saltwater drops
sorrow abysmal
fissures in the sand
where they land

child.

my arms are infinite
each fiber - a lifetime
landscapes and seas
in my bones

don't tell Me
that you are out of reach

photo by Hope Autumn