Please, forget carbon dioxide for just a minute, if you can. It’s a symptom, not a cause. There is worse. Nature in Canada This mule deer doe is trapped by fences on […]
Global Warming, Indigenous Culture and Industrial Nature
The Romance of Wine
Maybe we should stop copying the cultural appropriation of old celtic technology, eh, and get real. Pesticides, Vineyards and Tourists on the Rhine Sometimes it’s hard to keep laughing. Just a thought.
Understanding Nature
This field of swiss grain above Lake Constance is a good example of the kind of conversations humans have with the earth. This represents technology brought from Asia to Europe and used […]
Open and Closed Air in Indigenous Switzerland
In Zurich, this is nature. A sobering thought. Or, rather, it is a school sports field. Note the tree. It is placed where there is room. Note as well the aesthetic, architectural […]
Whose Land is This Anyway?
No-one’s. The question is absurd. It’s not land. It’s earth. One can ask for room, not ownership. You can’t own Earth. She gives everyone room. A request for land is a request […]
A Short History of Whiteness in Cascadia
It’s not a physical thing. Apricot in Her White Gown White is a tricky, racial word. Here’s a small piece of a meditation on it from my book in progress, Commonage: The […]
We Are Not At War
When you live on the earth, in the earth and with the earth, culture is shared between creatures, their spirits and their energies, in a relationship built of balancing energy flows, always […]
Post-Racial Geography, an Introduction
This is not indigenous land. This is one of the main spiritual centres of my country, the Similkameen Valley. To call it indigenous, or native, land, is to adopt the words that […]
Racism and Noise in Canada
My neighbours above eat sour weeds because of racism in Canada, which created weedlands for them at the same time it created Indian reserves for their people. Right now, the country’s writing […]
Beautiful Old Tree
Peaches are scrubby little bushes from the Gobi Desert, that live to be fifteen years old, more or less, before they succumb to their many fragilities. Here’s one I’ve been caring for […]
Okanagan Okanogan 