Rogue River Realization

We have found ourselves through torrents of ash, smoldering memories, and waterfalls in the Siskiyou.  How long we have searched, strolled along paths, pine needles soft under foot, trillium by our side and wondered, “Where is the other side of my face? Where is my completeness, my motivator, my muse, my brush, my pen, my heart for making art again?”  Now, here, among towering Hemlock, we stand, shoulder to shoulder while the Rogue River spray over snags and boulders washes us clean, douses the flames of past pains and we smolder in a greenness, an emerald light of “Ahhh, finally.”