Category: Sacred Lands
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Monday Morning
It’s a mostly cloudy morning after a rainy weekend. There is a distinct chill to the air and house, although it is not really cold. In fact, the weather seems to be on the mild side of seasonal norms. I imagine this past weekend was difficult for many of us. The government seems intent on…
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Thanksgiving Eve
We awoke to fading overnight rain. For a brief time the sly partially cleared revealing a lovely winterish sunrise. I had to go into my primary care office for a routine blood draw and joined what became a longish line waiting outside for the lab to open. Fortunately the morning is on the warm side…
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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…
