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.
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...
“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...
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...
“There is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no attention to itself, though it is always secretly there. It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire to seek possibility, and our hearts to love life.” –John O’Donohue (Paintings by...
Advent Thoughts for Monday, Dec. 1 “We live in a world created by an architect greater than ourselves.”- The Rev. Dr. Jessica Chicka The sun came out today for a little bit. Tenakee Avenue was busy with walkers and cyclists and dogs. (There are no cars in this city of...
“To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic… And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in...
