As I hope my post yesterday made clear, traditional Indigenous cultures are as dynamic as European ones and European ones are as constant as traditional Indigenous ones. We can have a sentence […]
31. Humans and Bears and History
Getting Our Land Back 5: A Land of Stories
In this series of posts I am exploring a path towards unity from the scars and threads of the introduction of history with the energy that flows as the land. This is […]
The Colonial Back Country
What is “behind”? What is the “back country”? What is it back of? What is it behind? “Behind the valley” perhaps? The View from Central on the Keremeous River But that doesn’t […]
Two-Headed Guardian On the Old Trail to the Salmon River
The peoples of the Coast have ancestral stories of double-headed serpents, beings of great transformative power. A Kwakwaka’wakw Sisiutl dance mask made of cedar by Oscar Matilpi. Source It would not […]
Transformation Story at Chilutsus
Stories tell themselves in accordance with the perspective of the reader. To watch a story tell itself and go through its transformations, walking is best. Before your eyes and within you, what […]
The Magical Language of Opals
The ground is rich with opal here. Mostly, it is in thin sheets repairing the splintered rock from the violent collision that made this land. You can read it, though. On the […]
Merry Christmas!
When one comes to the end of what one can say, consciousness continues a little further. The frame that allows this to happen becomes invisible and merges into the image. This effect […]
Training the Eye Training the Mind
Ásmundar Sveinsson’s Troll Woman is called art, although it is an example of a kind of technical device which allows the eye to think by processing bodily shape in manners native to the eye’s […]
Blessings of the Kingfisher
For years I have tried to make an image of a kingfisher from the shore willows of lakes in the mountains, only to have them fly away laughing, as they disappeared between […]
What Crows Know About People in Cascadia
When Coyote trades his eyes for pebbles like Crow’s below, he can’t see a thing. It’s very funny. Each pebble is the world. Hard to choose! Each one really is the world. […]
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