Sunday morning, still in the throes of wild illness, I came to a conclusion that this blog – fromamountainbench.com – was in need of more subscribers – a hundred in total to be exact.…

Quite interesting to feel so sick and try to make sense of anything. Cancelled a job interview yesterday, rescheduled for Monday, by then my nose ought to look like Rudolph’s. On the other hand,…

Tuesday at this time (9:15 a) I was heading up to the parking lot at Fremont to get a cup of coffee and then head out on the walk that brought me past the…

this Douglas Fir, here in a yard at the corner of NE Shaver and NE 10th. there’s something about going off into some wild place – right across the street; down a deserted grocery…

More from the Gary Snyder book ‘The Practice of the Wild’ – chapter Blue Mountains Constantly Walking: “There is a story of Coyote watching the yellow autumn cottonwood leaves float and eddy lightly down…

This is kind of why I don’t need to talk too much…. I’ve never been so autumn before.

One of those mornings where I wake up and after a few moments have a moment of awe that I’m still here. I call for a tribal gathering with my long-ago gone friends –…

I have been eating so much zucchini these days I may have become green, like the late-summer lawns I pass on lazybones walks. I realized, walking through the park off my spontaneous riding the…

This morning, before the alarm and through sleepy eyes, a spot of darkness on the bedroom curtain, and a centipede hustles away, taking its venom and hunger with it. Do the hustle. All the…

So, yes, thinking of the things I’ve never done. I’m glad I’ve done some physical work in my days. And rubbed girls’ feet, and changed diapers. Because now quick conversations with crows is the…