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.
We cannot own anyone else, people, the lands, or resources. We are here to care for each other.” ― Joy Harjo, An American Sunrise Nov. 24, Friday, 9:30 am, 40 degrees, south wind, very low clouds. High tide. A little drizzle. Ice bits in the tideline. There is much...
“Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going”– Mary Oliver November 23, 10:15 am, 35 degrees, gusty south winds, cloudy, slush and sand. Beth and I squeezed in a walk even though we both said we didn’t have time....
The truth is that it’s just really hard for me to sleep without a dog in my bedroom.- Jimmy Stewart Haines, where the Chilkat River meets the sea in my backyard. 2:00 pm, 37 degrees, low tide. Snow and slush. High clouds and a south wind. It’s been a long...
It is the onion, memory, that makes me cry– Craig Raine 2:00 pm, Juneau, Twin Lakes, 37 degrees, light rain, south wind with gusts up to 25 mph. The snow has turned to slush. I did not walk this morning since Chip came in on the Hoonah ferry last night about...
I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.- Dylan Thomas (A Child’s Christmas in Wales) 10:15am Monday, November 20, Juneau. Snowing, 24 degrees,...
Winter solitude— In a world of one color The sound of wind.– Basho Tenakee Springs, about 11 am, 30 degrees, east wind, cloudy with flurries. A big snowstorm is coming our way. There was ice on the puddles and frost on all the decks this morning, including the...
