Blur yourself. This turns you into wind. You can re-materialize later.
Blur yourself. This turns you into wind. You can re-materialize later.
California Quail Poetry The neighbour’s cat is a critic. Mallard ducks write poetry too. Sometimes along with crows. And seagulls! Their critics are real dogs. There, that broke the ice, didn’t it. There […]
Snow looks white and cold. It looks like a cold carpet over the earth. That’s the way a mammal thinks. A mammal has built itself around its own stove. To the creatures […]
Today, joy. Way up high, the sun. High up above us, in the shallows of the sea of glorious winter fog Okanagan Lake gives off for the entire length of its 135 kilometre fresh […]
This is when we who live here are simultaneously closest to the earth and living among the stars. Summer can’t beat this!
Like the grass on the Big Bar Esker below, I don’t live in the straight beams of light. I live at the continuity of points of intersection with them, which bend in […]
Perspective matters. Was that light playing on water? Is this, below? They are one, but only when my body and mind are one. They are different at the same time. This difference is […]
Catholic Church, Okanagan Indian Reserve Father Nobili spent two years on this site, from 1848-1850. There was no British Columbia then, and no Reserve. When the British came in 1859, he was soon forgotten. […]
It’s called the Okanagan Valley now, north of the 1846 border that divided this land into two. South of that line, it’s known as Okanogan County, Washington, USA — hardly a valley. Early […]
The three goddesses of September … … in fact, all five goddesses of September … … have only increased in power. It is not the shortest day. It is the same day in […]