On Indifference: Walking the Willamette at River Mile 21


I begin my days beside this river. Or end them, or take a break in the middle. I visit so often, I begin to think of this presence as friendly. I forget.


Issue 4 of The Cerurove is here, and with it my essay On Indifference: Walking the Willamette at River Mile 21. (Also some beautiful artwork — it’s worth clicking through just to see it.)

I lived a five-minute walk from River Mile 21 for six years. (It’s the same spot I didn’t swim in Star Songs & Water Rituals.) It was not an occasional companion; we hung out every day, mostly at odd hours. It became a special place for me, a teaching place. This essay, drafted several winters back and more recently revised, attempts to distill one lesson it keeps teaching.

You are cordially invited to read the rest here.

Old iron works and a great blue heron perched above the Willamette.
River Ruins

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