Author Archives: sophiasongs

Good morning, Amarillo. It’s 6am. We wanted an early start for our drive to Oklahoma City today. I’m startled to find it’s still dark outside. I’m disoriented. It hasn’t been dark at 6am since March in Seattle. We crossed another time zone yesterday. We also crossed a terrain new to us; the Texas Panhandle.  Continue reading “Good morning, Amarillo”

“We have ever-changing skyscapes” said a family member in Albuquerque, NM. “Walk around the block and the weather will change.” Monsoons let loose in one part of the city while the sun shines in another. The wind dances gently with a nurturing breeze and then in minutes erupts into a frenzy that rearranges the clouds.Continue reading “Skyscape: clouds, wind, and thoughts on our country.”

  If journey is the movement from here to there, start to stop, begin to end, then place is the moment/moments between. We are the chroniclers of journey’s moments. We note and remember Place because Place is in the dominion of consciousness: we are, at every instant, located/situated in some “place” – in the particular.Continue reading “It’s just down the road.”

The red dress was a gift from my husband, bought at the Pike Place Market years ago. Its vibrant tie-died color stretches down its ankle length fabric. I loved it but it was not an everyday kind of dress. Its boldness called out for special occasions. It was in the pile of clothes to leaveContinue reading “The red dress”

We all know something about a journey. The movement from here to there. To start, to be on the way, to end. We know and we don’t know what it is to leave, let go and move on. To lose a sense of place, of the familiar and the known and to start a journeyContinue reading “The longest journey ends with the last step.”