The way that the stalks of smúkwaʔxn… … fall and dry tells us of the weather and how water is passing through the soil as does the sound of our footsteps through […]
Reading Spring Together in Deep Summer
Everybody Go Slanted, All Together Now!
Grass. Grows towards the sun. Ah, but that’s not its whole story. The hot summer sun at 6 pm reveals a different story. This verticality thing, maybe it’s a human misunderstanding? Here’s […]
Before You Rip Out that Skeleton Weed
… remember that dragonflies like it when they’re up in the dry grass. It would be good to figure out why. Is it because wasp hunters like the yellow clover? Dunno. Ma’am, […]
The Artwork of the Forest Floor
Well, not art, exactly. It is through these structures of synapses in compound webs that a forest thinks. Balance is all. Colour too. And look how a random imbalance thrusts the energy […]
The Feathered People of the Grass
The hen walks in the open, keeping her eye on you. Her chick passes through the grass, within her burbling call of warning. Without boundaries that manipulate the hidden and revealed and […]
Outliers in a Web of Interwoven Worlds
The arrow-leafed balsam root is a great world for crab spiders, wasps, flies and bees, and blooms across the hills in the spring, one of the few native plants that can resist […]
How to Ask a Question of the Earth (and how to hear the answer)
Let’s be practical. Things are what they are. If you ask a question of the earth, you need to place something in the earth. It will answer, according to what you have […]
Thinking With the Balsam Roots as they Flower
The way to merge with the Earth for improved thinking is both obvious and hidden, and that depends on who you are. A standard way in contemporary Western culture is to make […]
Who Is the Smart One Now?
Balance, that’s the thing. The deer eat the buds of Siya? in the winter, as they hang down nice and low. This nibbling stiffens the branch and forces it up and out […]
Cascadia, Illahie, and La langue de nos mères
Here is the Similkameen Valley in The British Columbia. This is the land that holds me, and which made me, just below the foreground slope (Mount Kobau). Just behind it is the […]
