All together now… Sandhill Cranes heading to the Gulf of Mexico after an Arctic Summer Spotted while loading up the kayaks yesterday, and before bucking the non-stop traffic of hunters headed north.
Puddinhead Mountain Wakes
In the valley that raised me and gave me my children, the old volcanic country of the Similkameen, filled with the gravel glaciers gouged out of the Okanagan to the east, the […]
Do You Think Light Moves in Straight Lines?
Not when it combines with water. Or with wind. Then it flows like water. With a spring of light added to it. We begin here in this land. Then we go further. […]
Hefted and Haunted and Home
Here’s a word that is worth bringing back into the language: heft. Its modern form indicates a weight, or heaviness, weighed by hand. No scale required. You lift a thing to get […]
How to Find an Old Village Site on the Columbia Plateau
Look for the ancestors from the Dreamtime. You’ll have to forget everything you know. And remember everything you are. You’ll have to find your minds in the rock. And move there.Then you […]
It is So Good to be Home
I now have two homes on this earth. Just look at them both in this spring full of light. First, my home in the middle of the North Atlantic … Spring […]
Where Words Make Sense
Every day I rise 15 minutes earlier with the earlier sun. Today that was around 4:30 a.m. It’s not the light, but a different pull. When I draw the curtains, the sun […]
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