Category: self care
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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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Some Thoughts on Story
A gusty morning following high winds and rain overnight. The shy is clear and the late autumn sun is brilliant. Somehow, many of the trees edging our yard have kept their burnished leaves through all this storminess. I had a lovely streaming conversation with former students, now friends, last night. We caught up with each…
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After the Storm
Bright sun welcomed us this morning. Now the sky is alive, alternating cloud and sun; suddenly overcast, then deep, rich, blue. It is hardly the quiet after the storm, the west wind howling past and bending the trees as far over as they will go. We received about an inch of welcome rain overnight; the…
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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…
