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.
“Based on the evidence, why was I given this day?”- John O’Donohue 11:30 am, Saturday Dec. 9, Chilkat River Beach. North wind, 30 degrees, fine snow. High tide. We walked later because I had a basketball game to watch at 10:00 and another one at...
“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.” – Thich Nhat Hang Dec. 8, 2:30pm, Chilkat River Beach. Windy! 35 degrees. Rain, flurries, then rolling clouds. The weather this morning was so bad it was...
A Poem from Mary Oliver called “Praying”: “It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest...
From NPR this morning, about Norman Lear’s belief that there are two types of humans, wet and dry: “Dry people were calm, cool, unruffled. Wet people were emotional, and impulsive, and things get to them.” December 6, weds. On the Chilkat. 10 am, 42...
“Bad weather always looks worse through a window”- Tom Leher 10 am on the Chilkat. 36 degrees. Rainy with a stiff south wind on top of fresh snow. Enough beach to walk on below the snow. “It could be worse,” I said, laughing as we ducked into...
“Walking in a winter wonderland…” Well, not exactly. Monday Dec 4 on the Chilkat. 8:35 am. Dark-ish. 31 degrees.There’s a small craft advisory for north winds to 25 knots, the tide is high, but not that high we had a strip pf wet beach to...
