This is an experiment. I’ve taken an old post from deep in the archives of Okanagan Okanogan … … and will attempt to polish it up to support some observations on identity […]
Technologies of the Self
Space: the Human Habitat
Snow looks white and cold. It looks like a cold carpet over the earth. That’s the way a mammal thinks. A mammal has built itself around its own stove. To the creatures […]
The Spiritual and Technological Roots of Individualism in the Environment, part 2
The American psychologist Abraham Maslow had some thoughts about creativity: It looks as if there were a single ultimate goal for mankind, a far goal toward which all persons strive. This is […]
The Spiritual and Technological Roots of Individualism in the Environment, part 1
Boundaries give focus. They’re also wildly frustrating. Grey Canal Trail, Bella Vista Hills A general human glance does not have boundaries like that. Neither, though, is a human glance — or human […]
The Glorious Winter Sun
Today, joy. Way up high, the sun. High up above us, in the shallows of the sea of glorious winter fog Okanagan Lake gives off for the entire length of its 135 kilometre fresh […]
Winter Sun in the Okanagan
This is when we who live here are simultaneously closest to the earth and living among the stars. Summer can’t beat this!
Who Are We, Where Have We Come From, Where Are We Going To?
This is an image of Sybille von Cleves as a young woman in 1526, painted by Lucas Cranach the Elder. source It is not the woman who is named Sybille von Cleves. […]
At Home in the Earth Community
Like the grass on the Big Bar Esker below, I don’t live in the straight beams of light. I live at the continuity of points of intersection with them, which bend in […]
Book, Man, Woman, Land, God
A long time ago, there was an attempt to speak the language of the world. Ultimately, it came to look like this: Gutenberg Bible of 1455 The idea was that that book […]
Beauty, Art and the Self
Beautiful, isn’t it. This, too. Note the patterning in this kind of thing. Sure, it was carefully framed, but oh so many frames were possible. They all have pattern. They’re all beautiful. […]
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