Look at the yellow dock gone to seed. Look at a mule deer plant it in the sun. There is balance in beauty and beauty in balance. Everything leaves its trace.
Meet My Trail Cutting Team
Good listeners, and conversationalists, too. Any place worth going to is in their footsteps. Thanks, ladies.
Tragedy in the Spring Snow
Our little herd of nine does had two fawns last year. The coyotes got one last week. This doe is now being very protective. It’s hard, though. Forage is reduced by overgrazing, the […]
Big Ears for Big Sagebrush
The Big Sage blossoms with its scrubby flower stalks in the fall. There’s not great colour in them, but they do stick way up high. I’ve wondered about that often, with thoughts […]
The Land Speaks and We Listen
When the land presses energy out, it makes a trail. Water can follow that trail, or that trail can be picked up by shrubs and lifted to the air, as in the […]
All the Ladies on the Hill Go Out for Lunch
The Bella Vista Mule Deer Does
The Grasslands and Free Will
I saw something beautiful today. Want to see? Just follow my footsteps. Trudge trudge trudge. Here we go… Before the snow comes, the grass is dense. It sways in the wind. Just […]
Ancestral Water Knowledge
Look at the shapes water freezes in when it freezes over pebbles. The pebbles create an image of themselves on the underside of the ice… which melting follows, and air, which re-freezes […]
The Sun at Work
The sun reveals the shape of darkness. That’s its work. With light, heat, radiation and even gravity, that’s what it does. The earth rises to it. Even when it falls. Movement is […]
Ripeness
It’s not something to eat. It is a way. I’m following it for a bit. If I lose a few words for a few days for the next few weeks, talk to […]
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