In the 1970s, the YWCA ran a summer camp on a sandspit below Cascade Head on the Oregon Coast. Here, they offered a special sanctuary for mother's with young children. A nostalgic recalling of that time, and reflection on the what drew them there, and what they gained.

Westwind Moms of the 1970s

Imagining waking up with your love in a cabin filled with small pieces gathered over the years -- sea shells, a pebble picked up, the last card from grandma.

Morning Cabin

After finding a pipe in a thrift store, I pack it along on my own adventures, and wonder about its former owner and reflect on what we keep and what we cast off.

Smoking a Deadman's Pipe

I am building a cabin, gathering in memories of wood, memories of sky.

Memory Of Wood, Memory Of Sky

You can find me on mountain tops, or the hidden coves of the Pacific, deep in wilderness, or cozied up in a historic cabin. Along the way, a gathering of short writings, poems, reflections.

Mountains Beyond