October 26, 2012 — Justin
It patters softly on the tin roof of my soul. Ancient giants wearing mossy kilts sway and dance in my dreams. Salmon and trees are gods. They should be gods. How did we get so lost?
I wonder sometimes. I wonder if our childhood origins grip us all the way they do me. I moved away from the Pacific Northwest for 20 years and was haunted by rivers, trees, rain and ocean. I got lost. I found my way back and I now live less than 20 miles from where I grew up. There is magic here. I am home and I will never leave.