I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.
The wind is still blowing but the rain let up, and the sky has bright moments. The light in late September is beautiful when it shines through the gray. We three friends walked my two dogs and talked about the summer, how it went, was it good? Yes of course, except...
“Meanwhile the world goes on. / Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of rain/ are moving across the landscapes,/ over the prairies and the deep trees,/ the mountains and the rivers./ Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,/are heading home...
Yesterday I was walking on the beach with Beth, and our now two dogs. There were four, but we buried first Pearl and then Lucy this year. It is also fall, suddenly it seems, the time of the year when things die, and we fill the shed with firewood for the one thing we...
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this- some strengthening throb of amazement- some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.” – Mary...
“You wouldn’t believe what once or twice I have seen. I’ll just tell you this: only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.” — Mary Oliver from The World I Live In, a poem. Captain Mark, who skippered tankers...
Yesterday I signed up on autopay for Medicare. Today, after my swim at the pool, I couldn’t get my socks on and gave up. I stuck bare feet into cold rubber boots.There is also a wet dog on the couch and I don’t care. This is 65, so far. It is raining buckets, as...
