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.
Dec. 3 The First Sunday in Advent

Dec. 3 The First Sunday in Advent

Sunday’s thought from Howard Zinn: “TO BE HOPEFUL in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this...
Dec 2, a Holy Kind of Day in Haines

Dec 2, a Holy Kind of Day in Haines

“Before you know what kindness really is, you must lose things.” -Naomi Nye, from her poem, “Kindness”. Dec. 2, 2:30 pm at Picture Point, visiting the memorial to Janae and David, overlooking the Dec. 2, 2020 landslide that killed them and...
Dec. 1 Chilkat River Snow

Dec. 1 Chilkat River Snow

“Now, the first of December was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin’ With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go…” James Taylor 10:45 am,...
Cherishing the Chilkat on the last day of November

Cherishing the Chilkat on the last day of November

We love the way we live here. It’s not an easy life, but it’s a good life.- Lani Hotch It’s simple for me. Because this is where I live. If you’re not going to fight for that, what are you going to stand up for? – J.R. Churchill 8:40 am,...
Nov. 29 Light Again (And Such Shadows!)

Nov. 29 Light Again (And Such Shadows!)

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.- Leo Tolstoy Weds. Nov 29, 9 am, 30 degrees, blue sky with thin clouds, low tide, light north wind. Frosty on the grass and uplands. Firm sand to walk on. Sunrise was at 8:27,...
Nov 28 Falling in Love With This Place Again

Nov 28 Falling in Love With This Place Again

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams...