Author Archives: Camille

The Oregon Country Fair beckons me every year and so again we made the trek down.  I usually over pack with many odds and ends that i may need but this year I left hastily, only bringing essentials with few … Continue reading →

A storm sets in around me. Whirling around as I facilitate the buzzing, the action, the drama. Its like a juggle, a dance. The rush and cool composure while chaos reigns and I stand still, in the middle of it … Continue reading →

A murmur of energy congeals into a single unified thought.  A cloud forms with a rumble. “There are so many possibilities, they are endless, infinite” Rain starts to seep from empty nothingness.  The rain is pulled gravitationally in one direction.  … Continue reading →

You cannot have life without death, light without dark, love without hate or hot without cold. Everyday we rythmically take in the breath of life and breath out death. The oxygen fills our lungs, exchanges with carbon dioxide which is … Continue reading →

Someone told me that I am my own oasis. Alone on my private island that no one can reach. Sometimes I feel alone and separated but this is only one perspective.The water laps onto my shore and I feel refreshed … Continue reading →

I just finished a wonderful book by Alice Walker, “Now is the time to open your heart”. In it she tells a quaint tale about a snake who is nearly frozen on a cold, dirt trail. A man hiking along … Continue reading →

Down the street, a couple blocks from here is a tree that is quite peculiar. Out of this tree grows branches of beautiful cherry blossoms. The strange thing is that the flowers are not of uniform color, shape or smell. … Continue reading →

Its something that you know to be true but cannot immediately grasp. You are searching for it but are not sure of what it really is. There is an issue that is blurred by the heart. It gnaws at you … Continue reading →

Water trickles toward zero entropy.  Glass is like water except exponentially slower in its movement.  Human movement however, is unlike liquid.  The dynamic life of human development is entropy.  Moving within the chaos humans create meaning from patterns that arise … Continue reading →

I was walking the tightrope of my mind watching both sides very carefully. Maybe too carefully. Constantly aware of each possibility as situations rose and flew by. I recently spoke of a precipice knowing that I do not know how … Continue reading →