What a world we live in. Once, there was a shamanic landscape. If you walked out into the grass, you were in a wind that blew off the stars. The old stories […]
Back in the Cold War, this was one of the most secure sites in the world, bristling with anti-aircraft defences against a nuclear first strike. Now it’s a dry hill beside an alfalfa field. It […]
Ancestors, frozen… Ancestor pretending to be frozen… Time follows. Logically.
This rock is about 4 metres tall. It is worth a lifetime of reading. Amazing!
Size is relative. Grasslands are forests, too. They only appear short because we walk in the sky.
To the Nimiipu, water was the strongest spiritual substance. Note that the snake that leaves the Snake River here at Buffalo Eddy, never arrives at the (older) shamanic figure. That’s because it’s […]
Walking through the bunchgrass. Walking through the sagebrush. Walking over the bed of an ancient sea. Looking at a supernova. Looking at planetary clusters. Looking at the solar system. Looking at the […]
Supernova… Clover In the shamanic traditions of the grasslands, the ground we walk upon is also the other world, where the dead walk among the stars. It is only a frozen shell […]
Been thinking. Putting two and two together. Thinking, “Some things are so obvious that you can’t see them for a long, long time, and then you see them and you think, whoosh, […]