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.
It’s dark, and early– I hoped to swim at six, but the pool was unexpectedly closed. My sister was waiting too, and said, “Well, it will make us appreciate it more next time.” (Optimism runs in the family.) And I have extra time before the...
“God be in my head, and in my understanding; God be in my eyes, and in my looking; God be in my mouth, and in my speaking; God be in my heart, and in my thinking; God be at my end and my departing.”– Old Sarum Prayer, 1514. 12:30, Sunday Dec. 17. 35...
“Christmas has a special delight- as though the season is cheering you on.”– Jeanette Winterson Dec. 16, Saturday, 11:15 am, 30 degrees, low tide, calm winds, fresh snow. About as perfect a soft December morning as they make. (Late again– I had...
From Mary Oliver’s poem “Invitation”: “…it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world. I beg of you, do not walk by without pausing to attend this rather ridiculous performance…” Dec 15. 10...
The seven Haines wrestlers made it to Anchorage for the state tourney this evening on Alaska Airline’s “milk run”– Juneau, Sitka, Yakutat, Anchorage– Some of the parents are there, too. (Well, at least one who confirmed this for me.) I...
“Yes” -a poem by William Stafford: “It could happen anytime, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. It could you know. That’s why I wake and look out- no guarantees in this life. But some bonuses, like morning, like right now,...
