Category: Sacred Lands
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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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Deer In the Field
A seasonably warm day, pleasant enough that Nori spent twenty minutes on the porch. Here and there a few leaves cling to trees. From my window I can see determined reds among the scant dangling browns and tans. There are fewer berries on what’s left of the Poke Berry, just enough to entice the birds…
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On This Equinox
What a perfect early fall day! It was in the forties early this morning and temps will settle around seventy later. There is the promise of showers spread out over the rest of the week; although how much rain will fall is in question, so perhaps we will finally receive a true soaking. The light…
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A Priceless Gift
A lovely, partly sunny, late spring morning following a showery night. We are told more rain will arrive later in the day. We are in that magical moment when so much is in bloom. That said, the earl flowering trees have moved on to putting out leaves and the landscape has closed in accordingly. The…
