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.
Where shall I look for Enlightenment? — by Joan Chittister Where shall I look for Enlightenment?” the disciple asked. “Here,” the elder said. “When will it happen?” the disciple asked. “It is happening right now,” the elder answered. “Then why don’t I experience...
Chip is back at work, and I am baking a birthday cake for two granddaughters who are celebrating January birthdays tomorrow. One turns three and one will be thirteen. (Impossible? Apparently not.) Mateo’s brother has the pukes and his mother isn’t feeling...
I listened to Christmas carols, the traditional kind from an English church choir, as I pedaled to nowhere on the stationary bike at 6 am. Later, I took a walk at sunrise (well, around ten? it felt like sunrise anyway), before the kids from Australia came over from...
We burned the trees. I know, we should save them until Epiphany (Jan. 6) but they had their own plans and basically shed so many needles by the time the lights were unwound that I could shovel mine off the floor. There is something elemental about a bonfire in...
John O’Donohue writes, “what is nearest to the heart is often farthest from the word.” That’s why I didn’t write yesterday ( but, still, 30 days out of 31 in December is a good run.) My heart was topped off and I couldn’t think...
