Amazing, it is November!
Sadie, my dear old girl, you are slowing down so much. It is really hard to see – especially since I know your heart and head are still in it, as befits a good border collie. You’re game for anything. I still remember the beautiful Spring day I found you; the day I sat on […]border collies
We are home ground. A piece of earth rich with every mineral, with water, and air. We are the place where I need to sit, with every inch of my skin. Where fibered roots reach deep,tendriled, complex, holding firm within a matrix of dark soil that will not shift in fear. We are a riot […]
I wasn’t the first enviro-dweeb to bastardise that cultural reference to underscore the demise of the American West under the hoofed locusts of the meat industrial complex, but I dearly hoped I might be one of the last. Lo, here we are nearly two decades later and still there are assholes like Cliven Bundy and […]militia, ranching
Some say the number of flags on Blue Grama grass can tell us how severe will be the approaching Winter.
I would do it all over again. All of it. I would move along every pathway I followed – no matter how difficult to end up here in your arms, forever. Happy Anniversary My Love. “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul” – […]
Here is the journal that I made with the painted pages from the previous post.