Category: Healing
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The Unthinkable at Advent
A grumpy, much warmer day, after deep cold. Our first snow, which fell all day Sunday, is melting, which allowed Jennie to empty and bring in the bird bath. Another storm of high winds and heavy rains is forecast for Friday. I have been trying to decide how to write this post for days. Now…
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Irony at Advent
A brilliantly sunny, cold, frosty morning. A few days ago we drove to Boston. It was equally cold but more frosty and the trees sparkled, backlit by the early morning sun. Sorry to say there are no photos. Sunday we joined one of Jennie’s twins, Daniel, and his wife, Katie, for pre-Chanukah latkes, a brief…
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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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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…
