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.
“What would the world be without music or rivers or the green of tender grass? What would this world be without dogs?”– Mary Oliver And it is National Poetry Month. I was looking for just the right poem to share today- or part of one– and I...
I have been thinking about liminal spaces a lot lately. Part of it is having spent a winter of Sundays hanging out with poets whose creativity blooms in those transformational places, and part of it is acknowledging that the pandemic has not only been a long Lent, but...
“The physical landscape is baffling in its ability to transcend whatever we would make of it. It is as subtle in its expression as turns of the mind, and larger than our grasp; and yet still knowable.” -Barry Lopez, Arctic Dreams It’s been 52 weeks...
This weather has me singing “What a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours…” Wednesday: Thursday around noon: And a little later the same day, more storm clouds rolled in: Today this is that view. We woke to shin deep snow and it’s...
I have meant to say hello all day, but time got away from me, what with the snow, the shoveling, the trip to the DMV to get my Real ID (or try to, more on that another day.) I had planned to say something wise and witty, but instead there was this– and I just...
May I live this day Compassionate of heart, Clear in word, Gracious in awareness, Courageous in thought, Generous in love. -From John O’Donahue’s blessings Zen poets talk about the moments when the writing reveals something spiritual, a voice from...
