the presence of place

to come into the presence of the place
was to know life and death,
and to be near in all your thoughts
to laughter and to tears.
this would come over you
and then pass away,
as fragile as a moment of light.
                     ~ wendell berry
                         jayber  crow


the great northwest..
home to the great grey of sky..
the snow mountians unseen as yet..cloud hidden..

water in the air .. the wet of space..
moving one forward toward the presence of place  ~
moist heart pumping waterways
welcoming, welcoming, welcoming

row, row, row