Breakfast By The Sea, Santa Barbara Breakfast. Open patio. By the sea. Thinking of dreams and dreaming. Feeling absurdly blessed. I look up and see a school of dolphins swimming by, black rounded shapes with startling upright fins rising above dark blue water then sliding down again. […]
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Montana Dream Workshop by Nils Peterson
I open the shade to an immense Montana early winter morning, White-topped mountains thrusting up into a soft ash-gray, bluish-red sky. A moose cow and calf – still almost shadows – nibbling on the water reeds, by […]
Loneliness by Nils Peterson
Bus across the fells of Mull – road, a single lane between hills barren, brown – hardly a sheep to note our coming. Bus mostly filled with the collared clergy, heavy-voiced, though on retreat – and some chattering women of the church. I feel superior, […]
Slow Poke Sunday by Nils Peterson
Travel Essay/Poem: Off, then, on my slow poking around the stone and cobbles of Sedbergh – out the back door of the manor house, up the gravel slope, through the iron gate, and poling my way along the back trail to town with my walking […]
Meditation on the Season by Nils Peterson
Meditation on the Season I used to go on walking tours, but there came a time when I couldn’t manage the challenging walks, but I could go a couple of slow miles over flat territory if there was a pub at the end of the […]
