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Bent Gate
After a fairly lengthy conversation with a Forest Ranger—not to obtain my qualifications as much, I imagine, as too many experiences with folk who believe nature something to spank rather than love—and looking over a number of maps, I left with a hand drawn map over the top of one of those free giveaway maps…
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Midsummers
There’s something about a summer sky that calls one to think of what is good. There is too much talk about what is bad. That’s plain enough listening to NPR in the morning or the evening news. Too bad folk cannot find more good to talk about. Too bad too many people who should be leaders…
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Marble
Our ghosts follow us more often than we think, or want. I told my grandmother, “Get in touch with me after you die.” If existence after death is real. I’ve never heard from her. A church attender who is trying to figure out weird religious after-this-life stuff. “We’ve never been taught to listen differently. To…
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Standing Rock 2018
A twenty-hour drive and I am back home on a sunny and clear Sunday morning. Such a drive allows much time for reflection. The last few weeks of visiting reservations of this ancient land, having many conversations, and living with young adults on the Standing Rock reservation gives one much to ponder. Just the same,…
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Standing Rock 2018
I’ve known about the Mandan people for more time than most westerners west of the Rockies. Mostly because I married into a North Dakota family. As one might suspect my knowledge was rather lacking as a white non-Native marrying into a white non-Native family. Of course my schooling was lacking in the Nativeness of the landscape…
Chewing the Cud 