Just look at the heat of the sun in the leaves and the cool water of the earth flowing through the warm inner bark of this tree. Let’s teach our children to walk this way instead of through the divided worlds of nature, art and science. Let’s be indigenous.
Maybe they should leave the north and go home. I feel so sorry for them. They have to endure this:
It must be very hard. I know, for my part, it would be hard, very hard, to endure a winter that was not at 20 Below Celsius, at least one night. And in this January moon we had a week. Oh, glory!
But, seriously, I have to listen to these complaints on the national broadcasting system of the country that I was born to and must pay allegiance to, to live here? Really? That’s shameful. Well, time to go for a walk and forgive.
I am, after all, on this earth, to learn humility. Sometimes it’s easy.
I went looking for light. In a grey world, it was all in the red osier dogwoods, stəktəkcxʷlɬp, the purifier, the beloved of moose. I spent some time with it as it turned into them.
It is the net of blood in the eye. Anything that passes through it will be guided by it, stroked, and shifted to follow its flows. You feel it all over your skin and over your chest and arms. You can step into it with purpose. You must step out of it with its flow.