Twenty-five years ago on Prince William Sound, Alaska, I paddled a sea kayak over an enormous forest. I looked into deep green water and kelp, the size of trees, drifted under my paddle in the cold current. The sight was mesmerizing and felt significant in a way I couldn’t understand.
Love Lopez. Love the Pacific memories. As an east-coast aussie now in the US Pacific Northwest, I feel the oceanic opposites: my summer solstice soon, your winter.
Superb, as usual. I’m in awe of how you use words describing everyday, wondrous events. “As dawn pinked the horizon “… too many to describe. I enjoyed the Holdfast concept too. Thank you. I do hope the ewes all pulled through? 🤍
always a delight ... wind has stopped at last here.. still sunny winters days
Love Lopez. Love the Pacific memories. As an east-coast aussie now in the US Pacific Northwest, I feel the oceanic opposites: my summer solstice soon, your winter.
Another beautiful piece Maggie.
Thank you.
Wonderful as always. As a self-confessed logophile I’ve looked at all the synonyms of ‘holdfast’. What a gem of a word 🦋
I've been writing about "hold." Appreciate the fresh lens you and your writing always provide!
Superb, as usual. I’m in awe of how you use words describing everyday, wondrous events. “As dawn pinked the horizon “… too many to describe. I enjoyed the Holdfast concept too. Thank you. I do hope the ewes all pulled through? 🤍