A mysterious rock near the top of the hill. Here’s the hill in the smoke last fall. Looks dry, huh. We’re going up to the top of the bare patch at the […]
Slow Glaciers, Cows, Deer, Lichen and Poetry Making a New Hydrology Together
Shadows, Holes, Poetry and the Art of Speaking as the Earth
Last night I wrote a post and then deleted it by trying to save some notes for today, which seemed clever, but was just, well, not. Let’s have a look state of […]
Getting Used to Living in Time (The Intimate Lives of Rocks and Grass)
Let’s read a common thing … … in its context. Grass. It’s green and blows in the wind. It bends and sways, this one. It… clumps. West Arrowstone Deer wander through it. […]
Cultural Evolution in a Post-Canadian Landscape
Today, sober reflection. Tomorrow, a celebration. Kind of a small difference, eh. When the 5,000-year-old rattlesnake den on the hill was blasted away to make room for the luxury view homes the […]
Reading the Language of the Land
Imagine writing a language that meets the shape of the land. It is built on deep bones, such as the Arrowstone volcanic flows below: both vertical and horizontal at the same time, […]
Silliness under the Great Waterfall of Sx̌ʷəx̌ʷnitk ʷ
When a continent and a seafloor collide and crack to pieces, so the seafloor buckles and the earth cracks open … …the earth goes vertical instead of heading for Japan … … […]
The Earth Answers Every Question Beautifully and New
If you go to the Earth in the Thompson Valley… and ask for water… … she will give you an answer. It will, however, be in the language of the earth: a […]
The Dry Dry Earth of Home
It would be nice to think of water soaking into the soil, and all that ground below us being recharged with rain and draining down to the lake and cycling around. The […]
Happy New Year to You As We Surf Among the Blue Herons
There are a series of giant stone heads laid along the east coast of Vancouver Island just north of the Salish Sea. As the new year comes in, they are great for […]
Qanats for the Okanagan
Late afternoon in the grasslands. November. Light’s almost gone. Cloud everywhere. Nothing much to look at here. Zzzz. Or, maybe there is. Have a look just down the trail. The guys building […]
