A Few More Sentences – 03
Gichimanidoo-giizis (Great Spirit Moon) Edition
Boozhoo, indinawemaaganidog! Aaniin! That is to say hello, all of my relatives! Happy New Year! Welcome to the SIXTH EVER PAID SUBSCRIBER ONLY EDITION! of An Irritable Métis, and the third edition of the monthly sentences. That’s where I post my daily, single sentences for the previous month, based on the practice that ultimately led to my first book, One-Sentence Journal, back in 2018. This post (and every subsequent one to this theme, which will arrive on or around the first of every month), as mentioned, is for paid subscribers only. If you’re someone who really digs this newsletter but just can’t add more expense to your existence, I get it. Just contact me and let me know, no questions asked, and I’ll hook you up. I want a community here, not customers. Otherwise, if you’ve been on the fence, here’s your chance….
2023_0101: The owls calling for the thin clouds to make way for the moon don’t care what year it is.
2023_0102: The butt muscle can’t keep up on sprint seven out of ten, ending the regimen early not so much with a bang but a grimace.
2023_0103: So much frost in the branches of the cottonwoods that sunlight sets them aglow as if they’d been hung with tiny gems.
2023_0104: The road north begins in darkness splintered by high beams and the red glow of tails … but unfolds by midday as glorious light reflecting from the wintery crags of the Mission Mountains.
2023_0105: Heavy mist in the Jocko Valley can’t keep the Boy from Dancing.
2023_0106: Phone and wifi off in an effort to focus on the task at hand, yet I am unwilling to close the curtains on the distracting spectacle of Nookomis hanging outside my window in the early morning hours.
2023_0107: Atop Waterworks Hill and the Missoula valley’s winter inversion, to the west a snow-painted Ch-paa-qn gleams above the clouds, magnificent.