This morning the irises in our garden have burst into bloom, and the yard is looking downright tropical. I want to take a few moments to share a memory with you. It was nearly twenty years ago now, and I … Continue reading
We Are All Shaman
Category Archives: First Nations
Words Are Medicine
We are in a windy, sun saturated weather pattern, with chilly nights and warm days. The gardens need rain. I have been participating in a couple of groups that are organized around discussing politics. I enjoy the time with folks … Continue reading
A Time of Vision
A cool, cloudy day, the storm far enough offshore to keep the wind and rain at bay. The day seems slow, as though Spring is taking a time out from her race across the landscape. We have arrived at a … Continue reading
A Dream for Hard Times
A cool, dark day. Every now and then a scattering of raindrops fall among the spring blossoms. We are living in hard times. So many are dying of Covid19, other illnesses, and hunger, deaths that might have been avoided by … Continue reading
