This is the heart of the monster. This is ?Ilcwé.wcixnim timíne. This is where the nimi.pu began. This is where the people got started. The real people, as they call themselves. This […]
Heart of the Monster
Spirits in the Mountain
So, imagine, if your people lived in the same place for ten thousand years. That means that something like 500 generations of children and parents would wake to the same mountain, overlooking the […]
Reports of Father Pandosy Starving in 1846 Are Greatly Exaggerated
He’s the Boy from Marseilles, the French Oblate Priest who came on the Oregon Trail and started two of the first missions in Washington Territory, singing the whole time. His first was […]
Coyote Lets the Kids Out
The quarry’s a good place to get a drink on a hot day. I’m probably the first human they’ve seen. Worth a second look, I guess. For me, too.A welcome […]
We are Marmot!
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 […]
Environmental Psychology: Cinema Carved in Stone
I promised to talk about the art of reading cultural narratives in mountains. There are many techniques, so let’s start with the observer. Unlike in modern cinema, in this art form the observer […]
Reading Stories in the Cliffs
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 […]
Reading Faces in the Rock
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 […]
Reading Clowns, Cougars and Sacred Children in the Rock
In the story that tells this land, one pair of creatures that spring from the rock are the pair of Cougar and Clown. Let me show you three examples. Here we are […]
Beautiful Biscuit Root
High above Kalamalka Lake, it is gathering time. Biscuit Root In this old garden of sacred stone (I found an elderly Syilx couple sitting in their car, staring at this, reading […]
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