I mostly know Roberts Creek where it spills into the ocean. I’ve seen it in September when the salmon are running and the eagles circling. I’ve walked it with my kids in the summer along the wide path of stepping stones. Its not a small meandering thing, it’s a rushing roaring one.
Walking with a heavy heart after news of the Las Vegas shootings, so many wounded, so many dead.
Looking at chaos, destruction, riddling with holes from the perspective of the forest. Thinking of the loss of this kind of natural knowing. Gathering bouquets.