California, Oregon, Washington

2017.02

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Everything covered in water all the time.

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I didn't have a direction or a label, but I had time and a desire to disappear.  "Vision quest," a friend offered optimistically.  I needed to be beyond reach.  I needed to gaze into glassy tide pools and see a living ecosystem that wasn't me.  I needed the ocean to wash away proof of my passage. 

I needed fog to obscure me.

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Weeks on end, drenched.  I wondered if I had been wiped clean. 

 

At the northern terminus you flew out to hold my hand.  We got a warm lodge room and ate hot dogs and stayed up all night puzzling sea creatures back together.  In morning sunshine I was surprised to find I had survived a healing odyssey to dry ground.  Where I finally grasped that green things surface when watered.

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