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Of Spring and Dandelion
Wait for the right moment: Length of day. Temperature. A drenching spring rain. Two days. From the ground they spring, abundantly, with fortitude. Their numbers shout, no-matter-what-you-do we will out populate your work and survive and win. Prior to rain, one rises, here and there, and tells all who’ll listen of what is soon to transpire. Rain…
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Breakfast 19
Breakfast 19 1 single Pancake $1.69 Why the small s in single? All the other words are capitalized. Too many reasons come to mind. The reservation adds a few more. I wonder how many are racist thoughts of a white guy. How are small s reservation victimization truths and genocidal realities? Might small s…
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No Air No Life
There are a number of small clay deposits on the farm. Most of the year I do not appreciate them. They’re not much good when it comes to grass or alfalfa growth. Plant a seed and the clay envelopes it so tightly the seed cannot breathe. No air no life no grass no alfalfa. Then…
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The Tyranny of Hateful Language
The first three days of this week I lived and conversed with family, friends and neighbors about our human need to become family with the fullness of Creation. I was at Winter Talk and this was a time of imagining with a hint of visioning of whom we might become if we could set our…
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The Dark of Being Them
6:15 in the morning and it is winter dark. The calendar say autumn, but autumn left the landscape weeks ago. Was it summer “outside,” work would have commenced an hour ago. Visioning of lighted mornings is lost in this dark of near solstice. Dark thinking replaces visioning on these unlighted mornings. Thoughts of vindictiveness, “I…
Chewing the Cud 