A Singing Rose and a Dark Eyed Junco

“I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours… I can sit on the top of a Continue reading →

Kinhin in the Snow

“Falling snow you say ełyoth,’it’s snowing.’ Big snow they call it gwx tthi chwx. You know the snow is about Continue reading →

At Least Fifty Shades of Rain, or Memento Mori

Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. -Mary Oliver This morning, I came within a Continue reading →

Bewitched by Birch I

It’s the last day of August and, like the Sandhill cranes who’ve already hightailed it out of the Alaskan Interior, Continue reading →

A Matter of Life and Death

Holy guacamole! Today’s been one of those emotionally confusing, wabi sabi, wibbly wobbly, don’t- know-if-we’re-coming-or-going kind of days here in Continue reading →

Shroom Maundering

Rain, and then the cool pursed lips of the wind draw them out of the ground – red and yellow Continue reading →