Category: Cycles
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Oh, Deer! In the yard!
A clear, deep blue sky this frosty morning, by far the coldest dawn thus far in the season. The frost lay thick upon the leaves and grass as we walked into the village to have breakfast with a dear friend. Apparently a lot of other people had the same idea as we found ourselves waiting…
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On “The Shapes of Native Nonfiction”
A bright, seasonably cool day. The stiff breezes of the past few days have finally subsided somewhat. Wait! As soon as I wrote this the wind picked up and is moving the mostly bare tree branches vigorously. I’ve been reading experimental essays by a host of Native American writers in Shapes of Native Nonfiction, edited…
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Past Peak
A lovely late October day. The temperature this morning stood near freezing but here, not far from the shore, there was still no frost. Still, Nori the cat wisely thought better of spending much time before the briefly open door or even on the sun porch, which, as it is on the north side of…
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Sitting With Suffering
At sunrise, the sun illumines the brilliant red leaves of our maples. It is a cooler day of sun and cloud, the breeze producing brief showers of leaves from the trees. We’ve moved the overwintering plants into the house and this morning I wander room to room with a watering can. I’m reading through Natalie…
