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.
It’s cold ( -1 and blowing a gale.) The wind sounds like distant thunder and the dogs don’t like that, or the squeak coming from a wire or maybe a gate hinge so they woke me up at five, and I fed them and let them out, and visited with Chip while he did...
O ye frost and cold, bless ye the Lord; O ye ice and snow, bless ye the Lord; O ye light and darkness, bless ye the Lord. – From a Song of Creation, The Book of Common Prayer
I’m just back from the dentist and a bit wobbly, so forgive me. The good news is that I don’t have Covid. No, I wasn’t worried. I’m not sick, but they give you a test at the dental clinic and it is nice to know. I have been sleeping badly, in...
“…we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we are brave enough to see it, if only we are brave enough to be it.” — From Amanda Gorman’s poem, The Hill We Climb....
“… we found the power to author a new chapter To hope and laugh…”– Inauguration poet Amanda Gorman Papa Bob rose early to catch the inauguration events. The wreath laying at Arlington was the most moving for him. “This is...
From Howard Zinn– “TO BE HOPEFUL in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history...
