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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…
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Standing Rock 2018
The eagle staff entered the powwow pavilion from the east. From the river side. Next comes flags and then dancers. They processed clockwise around the pavilion with the staff and colors circling toward the pavilions center as dancers continued to enter. A shade structure frames the perimeter of the pavilion. Twelve feet in width. Circling…
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Standing Rock 2018
Morning. Stars filled the night sky when I last looked. Then a good wind blew. Moving clouds in. Then out. Leaving just enough to catch and mix the morning sun rays into a painting a photo could never justify. Morning and I find myself on 40 acres of the local Episcopal Diocese. Acres who lie within…
Chewing the Cud 