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The Stories that Guide Us
I awoke from a night filled with dreams to a day of broken overcast and seasonal chill. The late January light is much diminished by cloud and the wane sun throws no shadows. There are narratives among Native people that we are living in the fifth or sixth iteration of the world. Not unlike the…
Michael Watson PhD
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Resisting The Urge to Demonize
Yesterday I drove over to central Vermont to met with a long time friend I haven’t seen in a while. Just before I came to her village, I saw two very young deer standing close together near the road, watching the cars go by. I slowed down so as to be able to respond to…
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The Resilience of Stories
A lovely, snow-covered morning. The woods are lovely and dark, and highlighted by the intense white of newly fallen snow; not much snow mind you, just enough to coat the trees. Ours is a remnant forest so it is not deep; there are just enough trees to support hermit thrushes. Under the snow, a layer…
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The Danger of Sport As Metaphor
The dawn revealed a world held in deep fog, the snow cover having melted away in this week’s warmth. Bare ground and limbs remain. I’ve succumbed to the mid-January doldrums, and have taken to sitting before the fire with a good book. Occasionally I journey up to the studio and muck about. I’m not much…
Michael Watson PhD
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