I have been discussing what it might look like to leave Settler culture’s uses of land and person. Today, the price of this excursion. First, the background: Becoming the Flow The Local […]
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Getting Our Land Back 6: Skookum Wawa
Skookum Wawa, in the jargon, Wawa, that sprang up at the intersection of Spanish, Nootka, Chinook, Kalapuyan, Tsinuk, Salishan, Sahaptin, English, French and Russian culture on the Northeast Coast of the Pacific, […]
Getting Our Land Back 5: A Land of Stories
In this series of posts I am exploring a path towards unity from the scars and threads of the introduction of history with the energy that flows as the land. This is […]
Getting Our Land Back 4: What to Do With Disenfranchised Land
In this series of posts I am exploring what might be required to set colonialism behind us and create a country for our future children’s children’s children, all of us, human, blackbird, […]
Getting Our Land Back 3: Rivers of Place
In this series of posts I am exploring what might be required to set colonialism behind us and create a country for our future children’s children’s children, all of us, human, loon, […]
Getting Our Land Back 2: The Local and the Universal
It’s time to begin the work of creating a country to house our ancestors as yet unborn. It is going to take centuries, but if we don’t start now, we never will. […]
Getting Our Land Back from the Pacific Northwest
We’re all in this together, including the old ones, such as my older brother here. Loon, Gardom Lake (Shuswap) And those ancient travellers from India, who liked the look of things and […]
Síya? Arrives
In slow motion, Síya? berries are bringing themselves down to us. This isn’t a fanciful idea. They really are. It’s exciting to watch. The excitement mounts!
Such a Fine Shimmer on the Fell!
Forget the trees, those weeds. Ridge after ridge, the buckled land is lit with a shimmering green flame.
The First Blooms of Brittle Prickly Pear
Even a dozen years back, this was rattlesnake territory. Then came the dynamite. We remember the lost spirits of the hill with flowers, these little fountains of molten snow. That’s what winter […]
