Autumn came swiftly this weekend. Early yesterday morning we went to the farmers’ market, winter jackets drawn up tight below our chins. Wind blown sleet and rain drove everyone to cover, where we commiserated with the already frozen vendors. Continue reading
Autumn is slowly unfurling across the landscape. After a record warm September the weather has turned cool and damp. I found myself wearing a winter jacket to farmers’ market, and still being cold.
Here is the Podcast from last week’s visit to Moccasin Tracks Radio:
The rains have finally returned, refreshing the Earth and spurring the trees into leaf change. Now, as seems to be the pattern following dry late summers, we carefully watch a hurricane as it moves close to the coast.
I awoke a little after 6 this morning; the world was still dark, and rain drummed lightly on the bedroom windows. It seems only a couple of weeks ago that it was light at 4:30!
Yesterday I joined Deb Reger and Dee Brightstar on Moccasin Tracks, for a conversation about Native identity. The radio hour danced joyfully by as we compared notes, listed to Native music, and laughed our way through a usually challenging conversation. Miraculously, the conversation remained playful, up-beat, and Coyote infused. I am grateful for being invited back! Continue reading
The day is cool and breezy. Clear, blue skies hold the first flotations of autumn leaves. Nights have turned chilly, and the turning year leads us toward the resting time.
I recently met with a young person who was suffering. That meeting left me thinking about how, when we are young, it is so easy for life to leave us in despair. Not that we don’t hurt later; maybe it’s just that when we are young our hopes and expectations are fresh, and, when we are disappointed or betrayed, we feel it keenly. Pain may seem unbearable then. Continue reading