Let us praise even the cold. The terrible, iron cold. Let us give way and accept the story no more … … that the cold holds the land in its grip. […]
Let us praise even the cold. The terrible, iron cold. Let us give way and accept the story no more … … that the cold holds the land in its grip. […]
Look at the wonder that is bunchgrass. In this country in which snow falls and soon evaporates into the air, the amount of water a plant can keep from either flowing away […]
Quail footsteps. Grass footsteps. Beautiful.
The task is to provide young people with support for their energy and visions, and space for them to open them into physical and social expression. All young people have a need […]
Some waves are wet… Some are dry. Water is a form of collection of this energy, not its substance. It is its pooling. Rivers are its flow — both of the energy and […]
The water is grass in the wind. The grass is water in the wind. Again? The water is the sun in the wind. The grass is the sun in the wind. And without the […]
This is water. It is called Okanagan Lake. In Icelandic, where indigenous European language survives, it is a vatn, specifically a space of free water. Of that, it is a special form, […]
Not grass gone to seed, but the seeds that opened into themselves. Blue Bunch Wheatgrasses In Front of an Approaching Storm And are held up in the air by the track of […]
Here’s a healthy stand of bunchgrass, which I showed you a couple days ago. As I mentioned, the Okanagan Valley of the North Eastern Pacific Rim probably looked like this 200 years […]
Here it is. Blue Bunch Wheatgrass This 10-year-old re-seeded slope shows the likely historical condition of the valley under Syilx stewardship. This grass is very much alive. The valley hasn’t looked like […]