Wine is largely made in laboratories. What is grown in the field is grapes. The result is a decreased ability for the plant to distribute potassium where needed. The additional remove of […]
Of Wine, War and Peace
Too Much Sagebrush
As we have arranged our property ownership in such a way that we can’t move out of the path of necessary fire, we are going to have to cut this stuff out […]
When is a Mountain Not a Mountain?
The answer to the question is simple: when it is like this. This is the view of Cipak from the narrow pass over from Kliluk, which is an example of a lake […]
When You Walk Through the Earth, She is Walking Through Herself
So many sacred spaces are heads. Now that the Earth has insistently re-entered human social lives, it might be best to get to know how to speak with her. Here are some […]
It’s Time to Move Beyond the Divisive Categories of Indigenous and Settler and Live Together on Earth
In the cold of space… … plants that tower above humans and those that hug the ground… … hardly differ. What’s more, in the cold of space, air pushes water to freeze […]
Care
When is a robin not a robin? Well… … when is a stone not a stone? Colour is not random. The world is not built around metaphor. There is […]
Healing Climate Change in the Grasslands of the Okanagan
In the last couple of posts, I talked about the industrial, environmental and social costs of growing fruit in the Okanagan Valley. You can have a peek in this post: The True Costs […]
What if History Were Not Over? I Mean, for the Kids’ Sake
History is the study of what has happened in the past. But what if the Big Sage below, weighted with snow, were history instead? There comes a point where the inner heat […]
Dogwoods Reveal Their Ancient Healing Secrets
The great medicinal being, stektektsxwíIhp, aka red osier dogwood or red willow (be careful with that; more than one plant bears that name), reveals her anti-inflammatory secrets when her leaves stop making […]
What Colour is Big Sagebrush?
Great Basin Sagebrush (Artemisia tridentata), a member of the aster family, rolls across the hills of my country. You could say that where it is home so am I. Not just the […]
