Don't ever let anyone convince you that there's no magic in the world.
Met these three guys on Skidmore Bluffs around dusk last night. Kelly is from Arizona. Grant’s from Tennessee. Cole is from Idaho. They were quietly staring off into the distance of the Willamette River and the shipyards and industrial plants below. None of them are originally from Portland, and from our brief chat, it seems like they were maybe a little lost, contemplating where they might possibly go next. May the wind be always at your back, fellas.
I met Running Bear at a Native American purification ceremony in the Siskiyou Mountains of Oregon. A skilled tracker of the Lakota people, he taught me how to find deer prints in the mud, and how hooves are open when they have been running.
Aunt Bess is not actually related to me, but she gave me relatively great advice: "Honey, do what you want to do. Don't do what you don't want to do."