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.

Best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light– good morning, good morning, good morning— Mary Oliver

We all have helpers in seen and unseen realms. Give them something to do. – Joy Harjo

8:30-9:30, 31 degrees, cold north wind. Tide is coming in.

I walked slowly so we’d catch the sun on the beach, but it stayed above the mountains.

I is so nice to look up and see blue sky. It cleared yesterday afternoon and there were stars last night.

The animals were moving again, a moose was here.

And you know that stump? Look at it now.

This is what I love about this walk– truly, everything is different, every day. It’s good practice to live this truth, don’t you think?