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.

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?– Jonathan Safron Foer

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive. – Marcus Aurelius

It’s another morning and we are out in it. Trixie loves the gusts that manage to launch even the wettest leaves racing down the beach for her to chase.

I managed to capture all four of my buddies in one image. It’s not easy without biscuits or cheese and it may not be their best look, but they will never know. From left to right and oldest to youngest : Pearl (12)  red Lucy (she’s sleeping over this week), Jeff (who has been visiting for about three years now, so he has a permanent resident card), and Trixie (6).

Today’s walk began at 8:30 am. It was warm, 44 degrees, and windy with a small craft advisory for SE winds 25 knots and gusts to 40 ( tonight it’s supposed to blow 45) and it was raining a little and supposed rain a lot. There was no one else on the beach or the trail again today. Must be the weather.

We went North to begin with because I wasn’t ready for the windy wet just yet. The zipper on my rain jacket seemed broken, and I had just got home from the pool and my hair was wet. When I left for the pool at six it was pouring. When I arrived at the pool it was full, and folks were doubling up in the lanes. I decided to do some chores at home and come back in an hour.

After swimming a mile and change, I was putting on boots in the lobby when Carol walked in. She is about the same age as my dad would have been, an elder for sure. It’s always good to see her.  As usual, I asked her how she was, and as usual she smiled gently and replied, “I’m still here, so it’s a great day.”  Yes, indeed.

We crossed the creek, and walked down to the bottom of Cemetery Hill because it was more sheltered from the wind. The sky brightened some.

This little tree posed for the camera. Doesn’t he look happy to see us? He might as well be waving his branches and shouting, “Hey there, good morning!”

I had never even noticed him before. Explain that if you can.  I must have walked by him thousands of times. As my friend, the late Father Blaney used to say, when God taps you on the shoulder, pay attention. And I would add, say thank you. (Amen)