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.
Advent Thought(s) for Dec. 9 (Sometimes it’s all Good)

Advent Thought(s) for Dec. 9 (Sometimes it’s all Good)

  “Sometimes things don’t go, after all, From bad to worse.” – Sheenagh Pugh The ferry docked close to midnight after a ride that could have been worse, considering the northerly gusts to 65 knots, heavy freezing spray and seas to twelve feet. I took Dramamine...
Advent Thought Dec.8– Holding the Light

Advent Thought Dec.8– Holding the Light

“See how everything we have made gathers the light inside itself and overflows. A blessing.–Stuart Kestenbaum in his poem Holding the Light  in The Wonder of Small Things: Poems of Peace and Renewal edited by James Crewes. The power went out  in Juneau...
Advent Thought(s) for Dec 7 (& 6) Snowing Kindness

Advent Thought(s) for Dec 7 (& 6) Snowing Kindness

  “Seeing the goodness in someone does not imply ignoring their difficult qualities or unskillful actions. Rather we can fully acknowledge these difficulties while at the same time we choose to focus on the positive.”—Sharon Salzberg in Loving Kindness And, I...
Advent Thought (s) for Dec. 5 or The Tenakee Peace Prize

Advent Thought (s) for Dec. 5 or The Tenakee Peace Prize

Visiting the graves, The old dog Leads the way.–Issa “Two things put me in the spirit to give. One is that I have come to think of almost everyone with whom I come into contact as a patient in the emergency room. I see a lot of gaping wounds and dazed...
Advent Thought (and pictures) for Dec. 4

Advent Thought (and pictures) for Dec. 4

“We are here for a little window. And to use the time to catch and share shards of light and laughter and grace seems to me the great story.” Brian Doyle, from his “Notes on Wonder” in One Long River of Song. A collection of his work published after he died. Everyone...
Dec. 3 Advent Thoughts : Give Lavish

Dec. 3 Advent Thoughts : Give Lavish

  The whole day is your gift: hold it and read a leaf at a time, never hurried, never waiting. Step, step, slide, then turn, dance on the calendar, reach out a hand, give lavish as anyone ever gave- all. – from the poem “Some Days of Its Gift” by...