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Nov. 24 Indigenous People’s Day on the Chilkat
We cannot own anyone else, people, the lands, or resources. We are here to care for each other.” ― Joy Harjo, An American Sunrise Nov. 24, Friday, 9:30 am, 40 degrees, south wind, very low clouds. High tide. A little drizzle. Ice bits in the tideline. There is much...
Compassion
Yesterday, after a morning walk up to Lily Lake with old friends and young dogs, I did the afternoon sort-of-country show on KHNS. ( Think Willie Nelson meets James Taylor) and I played "Stand Right By Each Other," a song from a gift from Chip,Lucinda Williams' new...
A Little Port?
Maybe it's the lack of snow, or my eyes, but is sure seems darker than usual. Still, it's nice that Margaret is at the radio station at six to keep us company. Pearl and I stayed in bed and listened to the news while Chip leaped up and did his stretches and worked...
Climb Every Mountain
Forgive me for singing the Sound of Music's "Climb every mountain..." but that's where I am at after walking up Mt. Riley the other day with Chip. (His first time since the accident.) We hadn't planned on it, but I did bring a pack with chocolate, water, hand warmers...
On the Third Day of Christmas
...I give to you three little Christmas pictures from Juneau.
Love Lifts us Up Where we Belong
This morning I was up early making two more Christmas coffee cakes and listening to the radio about bad doings in the world and Joe Cocker's passing, and I wondered why Margaret wasn't at work yet. Did she slide into a ditch on the way? Sleep in? Yesterday she was...
Home
There are some people, like George Bailey, whose favorite sounds are train whistles and anchor chains. Not we two Lende grandmothers. Grandma Joanne and me. Home is our favorite place and we are both thankfully, gratefully, there. She in Ocala, me back in...