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.
This is the month of nuts and nutty thoughts- that November whose name sounds so bleak and cheerless– perhaps it is that the harvest of thought is worth more than all the other crops of the year.– Henry David Thoreau 37 degrees, drizzle, calm, low...
It’s got to be more than flesh and bone, all that you love is all that you own. -Tom Waits from his song Take it With Me 9:35am, 33 degrees, low tide, north wind. I love the idea of morning work that begins with the date, time and weather. I do that in my...
“Let us bless the imagination of the Earth”- John O’Donohue I have decided to post a picture of my morning walk every day in November. I may post some from other times of day too, and some that are sort of linked to walks, if that’s okay? The...
Here is a poem by Aurora Levins Morales called Summons. This was shared with me today by my neighbor Aaron Davidman and now I share it with you, from a grandmother’s heart– Also, Aaron wrote and starred in the film Wrestling Jerusalem that I highly...
This week I spent too much time–or maybe not enough– it’s hard to say, writing Nels “Nelbert” Niemi’s obituary. It was an intense effort for only 800 words in the Chilkat Valley News. Every word counted, but I didn’t want it...
It looks like we may have a few hours of sun after all the rain, and I am heading out now to plant some of Sabine’s bulbs. Sabine (pronounced Sabina) is one of those avid gardeners that has a calling for encouraging the rest of us to at least try to add fancy...
