Just returned from two days in the silent, remote, dark, and loamy Olympic forest, the new homeland of my dear friend Llywelyn Graeme, who is visiting from Ukraine. We were joined in visits by two 80-ish year old women: one black, one white; one his mother, the other a snarky and wise cracking amazement, having walked so long ago in Selma. She became my weekend parenting mentor.
This followed last weekend’s frenetic, non-stop, competitive and noisy three business days with 100 other people in downtown highrises. Tomorrow starts a 4 day writer’s conference, aka my version of soul candy.

Time to wash the forest off before morning and enter the next freshly laundered moment. 

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