I love how the named places in these sentences don’t have me racing off to Google Maps to screen-position them. Instead, the sentences help me feel located on the real earth where I don’t need to be mapped to feel like I am experiencing.
I also really enjoyed the Welcome Mats, they made me smile.
This is my 3rd winter in NE Nevada and they have all been Very different. This year we have a LOT of snow and a LOT of cold, fairly REAL cold too (cold being subjective) with a low so far of -16, and some days with highs barely reaching the teens.
Your words capture the elusive appeal of winter. I'm not much on winter: I can't tolerate the cold much anymore and it's been "cold" here in southern Spain.
But of course there's beauty to be witnessed and felt if I want to look for it. The high peaks of Sierra Nevada are garbed in snow right now and there's nothing much to stop me from grabbing some photos when they're at their best.
And, living across the Atlantic pond, I so do miss bison, although finding halal-slaughtered bison might be difficult! (However, I expect that Indigenous butchery practices would hew much closer to their Muslim counterparts in terms of thanking God and respecting the animal to be slaughtered than most non-Muslim European practices would.)
This beautiful comment will come back to me on future days as I walk outside in winter “ 2023_0128: The meadow is wide open and overflowing with sunlight but the wind patrols it with tiny knives for all who seek to pass.”
This makes me FEEL. So much feeling. Joy, laughter, anguish, and wishing I could describe a few of the things I recognize with half as much depth. Thank you. It’s exquisite, each and every one.
I love how the named places in these sentences don’t have me racing off to Google Maps to screen-position them. Instead, the sentences help me feel located on the real earth where I don’t need to be mapped to feel like I am experiencing.
That rug!
Lovely as always Chris, Thank you.
I also really enjoyed the Welcome Mats, they made me smile.
This is my 3rd winter in NE Nevada and they have all been Very different. This year we have a LOT of snow and a LOT of cold, fairly REAL cold too (cold being subjective) with a low so far of -16, and some days with highs barely reaching the teens.
Loving “be like the porcupine” (well, loving all these really) and also your explanation of the moon “worldview.” Here for it! 🌙🐾
I always, always love these. And the photos. And that kid has been on my mind all day long. 💔
Generous sentences. Chi-miigwech! Love for winter unabated ...
Your words capture the elusive appeal of winter. I'm not much on winter: I can't tolerate the cold much anymore and it's been "cold" here in southern Spain.
But of course there's beauty to be witnessed and felt if I want to look for it. The high peaks of Sierra Nevada are garbed in snow right now and there's nothing much to stop me from grabbing some photos when they're at their best.
And, living across the Atlantic pond, I so do miss bison, although finding halal-slaughtered bison might be difficult! (However, I expect that Indigenous butchery practices would hew much closer to their Muslim counterparts in terms of thanking God and respecting the animal to be slaughtered than most non-Muslim European practices would.)
Love this. Other than your story telling, these short sentences are my favorite. They take me on a slow roller coaster of emotions and I love it.
This beautiful comment will come back to me on future days as I walk outside in winter “ 2023_0128: The meadow is wide open and overflowing with sunlight but the wind patrols it with tiny knives for all who seek to pass.”
Awesome :)
Chris,
This sentence sent me in search of the meaning of one word:
“I am unwilling to close the curtains on the distracting spectacle of Nookomis hanging outside my window in the early morning hours.”
The only meaning I found was “grandmother”. (The Ojibwa Peoples Dictionary). Another place says “my grandmother”.
Could you explain the meaning as you used it. Thanks
I love the ninepipes cafeteria 💕
I am going to try that cafeteria out someday.
I try to start each day with a poem. Today's poem belongs to you.
Hi Chris,
“closing in on the sky” Great image! Thank you so very much!
Sincerely,
Melissa
This makes me FEEL. So much feeling. Joy, laughter, anguish, and wishing I could describe a few of the things I recognize with half as much depth. Thank you. It’s exquisite, each and every one.