Chewing the Cud

  • Troubles

    kelly clark fotography They set fire and burned a Mi’kmaq lobster pound in Middle West Pubnico to the ground.  I had no idea Nova Scotia Mi’kmaq are having significant troubles with commercial fishers until Crow Eddy, Disciple Mi’kmaq artist, friend, and Co-Moderator of the Center for Indigenous Ministries, told me.  This was disturbing in at…

  • Nickname

    Autumn arrives quietly with shortening days and cooler weather.  Her arrival is easy to miss in the time of harvest.  There is no knock on the front door.  She enters through the back door, quietly as if it is her own, and settles down in the kitchen and waits to see if you notice.  If not for glancing the…

  • Spring 2020

    I step outside the back door with a cup of coffee.  It’s 5am and the dog needs letting out.  It’s March 20 and a moonless morning.  The air is as black as the sky.  Stars play games with one another to see who is the better showoff.  The tiniest beam and shout.  Big ones puff…

  • A Sunday of Profit and Death

    I am afraid this comment might feel like a barb and a bit hard to hear.  However.  As you know, the two teams in this Sunday’s Super Bowl game are the “49ers” and “Chiefs.” I’ve a friend who died years ago.  He was nothing if not a 49er fan.  Didn’t much matter what else was…

  • American Progress

    I like the idea of Thanksgiving as much as the next white guy, I imagine.  I like it as much as most of my Indian, Native American, and Indigenous friends.  Only a fool thinks there is no need for thankfulness for having this shot to live out our particular existence within and of creation; having…