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.

Sunday’s Thought

I’ve been banging around in the dark this morning thumbing through old notes and books of poems, hymnals, prayer books,  The Rule of Benedict, essays–  looking for a wise thought. There are a lot of writings on Advent, winter, solstice, solitude,...

A Few Things to Know for Now

It’s a lovely, warmer, snowy morning, and the wind has died down. It was so quiet last night I couldn’t sleep, but my neighbor was up early and it was her turn to drive to 6am Morning Muscles, and with the snow she was concerned about getting there before...

A Fun Haines Video

If you haven’t seen this already, here’s Steve Vick’s Black Friday in Haines shopping (sort of) video.  You’ll love it.  We do.        

As Warm as Mexico? You Bet.

I think the wind blew even harder last night than it did yesterday, and I know the drifts in the Fort are pretty impressive. My friend Fran and I busted through them in my Subaru to get to Morning Muscles at six. Luckily there was a lot of stretching. Last night Pearl...

A Mind of Winter

I woke thinking of that children’s poem,  “Who has seen the wind, neither you nor I,” since it’s wrong, and I can see the wind and have been able to for about a week, although this morning’s snow especially, filled in the breezy spaces on...

Sunday’s Thought

“How can this be? Such calm, such peace, such solitude in this world of woe?” – David Budbill (From a poem, The Sixth of January.)