Category: Healing
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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…
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With Friends At No Kings
This morning dawned with what Jennie aptly named “a winter sunrise”, the sky purple and pink along the horizon. Then came the wind, literally howling as it whipped and battered the trees. Then a period of calm, followed by showers, some of which were torrential, driven by the return of the fierce wind. Now the…
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Balm for the Soul
After sever chilly nights, this morning rose warm and bright. There is a stiffening breeze out of the south and enough humidity to allow dense fog and dew. We are promised rain come Wednesday. The first New England asters have appeared. So for there are the tall varieties in the fields and verges, and a…
