Category: Cycles
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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…
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A Leisurely Autumn
A blustery, warm day. We had showers earlier and now the sky is a mix of cloud and radiant blue, the proportions changing moment to moment. The wind has picked up and at times the gusts rising out of the west shove the trees heavily towards my right. Autumn proceeds at a leisurely pace here,…
