In each season, the rowan takes on a different spirit. Now, it is the time for the hummingbirds. Sure, we could say that trees, especially trees with exposed dead twigs, are one […]
In each season, the rowan takes on a different spirit. Now, it is the time for the hummingbirds. Sure, we could say that trees, especially trees with exposed dead twigs, are one […]
Cascadia is the place where water, air and land meet …. … in waves …. … and boundaries. The stones here … … are also part of the mixing of water and […]
Even if it’s just your hunger talking. Even if your antlers are coming in unbalanced. Mind and body are one.
Someday the rowan berries are going to be ripe. Until then, there’s a robin waiting, still, as he was at first leaf. But now, not alone. A hummer! I’m […]
Look at the earthquake lifted into the sky. Plus a couple hunks of mid-oceanic volcanic islands, a lump of an underwater sea monster out of kwakwaka’wakw ancestral time, and a heron hunkering […]
That is alive, I think that’s easy to agree on. We call it a sedum, drawn up out of soil by the sun. This, too. Like the sedum, this one is self-replicating, hence the […]
Do rocks collect saskatoons because they are focal points of life in the story of the land? Or because they collect heat and rain? It’s a question that goes to […]
Like poplar catkins, for instance. Here they are with dandelions…… and with weird freaky roadside grass .. … with poplar leaves and light … … and, heck, might as well throw in […]
The first thing about reading stories in cliffs is that cliffs are made out of rock. What we see in them is in our own heads. Nonetheless, they allow us to see […]
I went out to Kalamalka Lake the other day, as part of my exploration of how to read the land, a bit sideways to dominant cultural norms, but hopefully in a way […]