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A Bag
July 28, 2024 I stood and let her pass. The odd airplane shuffle took place. Sliding pass, she sat down in the window seat and slid the red and orange bag under the seat. There were more than colors to the bag, but with an aisle full of anxious people waiting to find their seat I returned…
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Trusting We Matter to Our Siblings
Over the next few weeks I am visiting west and southwest US reserves, ceded, and unceded landscapes. The western viewscape easily holds my attention for hours. Yet, while driving, I am bound to turn to the radio.
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Beloved Creation
Quail are a good measure of the day’s cold. Each evening a covey settles in the wild willows west of home near the cattle’s water trough. During summers height they sometimes don’t make it back from the wonder of a day’s wandering and instead roost in the bramble of a long-abandoned irrigation ditch. Walking by them on a…
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Becoming Place
When talking about US racism the words colonialism and assimilation are often used interchangeably. Fair enough. After all, the goal of State colonialization is that people, all people, integrate State values as their own. Oppressed and privileged alike learn to accept US ideology, laws, values, and religion as if they are natural. Colonialism is the practice of assimilation—subtle and forced.…
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You—We
clouds held predawn,siblings no longer, sky and earth, become one. before light of distinction imagination unbinds. You. were there. sibling, friend, one of ground,one of sky,bound by ancestors,freed by family. solstice, the fifth season,unfetters the mystical,existence becomes singular. We.are one. imagination is truth,friendship is kinship,siblings one.
Chewing the Cud 