Love when you post a series of one sentences on the substack. It was how I first came to know your work and it is some of my favorite. I know it seems like a simple practice to most, but the consistency you have with your little notebooks always awes me. Thank you for being an inspiration Chris.
this was so good, thank you. the guy in the truck w the hot dog staring into the middle distance, owls, birds, and first full moon of spring. started me off right this morning.
Love these so much. Though I am once again prompted by the thought, "Chris is going to live in his truck. I'd better make some pot roast." I'm sure I'm not the only one--you might not have the chance for cold hot dogs. 🌭👎
0418 made me laugh. Your Spring is my Autumn and your eye for the seasonal changes that affect our worlds outside make me reflect on mine and yet, in those different places, we are all toiling with the same human conundrums. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing your daily practice with us, Chris. I especially liked the one on April 12 when you realize that "the idea we present that we can truly ruin things is the height of human-centered arrogance." Every time I witness the get-the-hell-out-of-my-way determination of Chinook salmon, I have the feeling they'll still be here long after we're gone. Compared to them, I know next-to-nothing about survival.
Friend, I love these so much. I can't decide if the ones that make me laugh out loud are my favorite or the ones that mark the changing in seasons with such poignancy. But I think this one might win out: "Reminding the buttrats once again that the Easter Bunny didn’t come because Jesus doesn’t appreciate unruly dogs." 😂💜 And wazhashk! The best.
"Evening spent watching the fading western horizon while reflecting that once this land was occupied by dire wolves and saber-toothed cats, and the realization that the idea we present that we can truly ruin things is the height of human-centered arrogance.
I love blue herons and sandhill cranes. We have herons here in Southern Oregon, but I have yet to hear a Sandhill pass through. I miss their creaking chuckle that seems so painfully high. I could watch them longer and with greater interest than some of the cool old bi-planes that used to cruise the airspace over Bozeman; although, I suspect they may be reltives.
Thank you for posting the link to your poem of patron saints. I enjoyed it. And thank you again for this installment of your one-sentence journal. The words, themselves inspire, but so does the idea of steady, short moments of reflection. -Nigel
Love when you post a series of one sentences on the substack. It was how I first came to know your work and it is some of my favorite. I know it seems like a simple practice to most, but the consistency you have with your little notebooks always awes me. Thank you for being an inspiration Chris.
this was so good, thank you. the guy in the truck w the hot dog staring into the middle distance, owls, birds, and first full moon of spring. started me off right this morning.
Wazhashk! What a delightful photo!
Love these so much. Though I am once again prompted by the thought, "Chris is going to live in his truck. I'd better make some pot roast." I'm sure I'm not the only one--you might not have the chance for cold hot dogs. 🌭👎
Wonderful all...and thank you for beautifully reminding me to prepare sugar-water octane for the sweet wee one, arriving any time now.
0418 made me laugh. Your Spring is my Autumn and your eye for the seasonal changes that affect our worlds outside make me reflect on mine and yet, in those different places, we are all toiling with the same human conundrums. Thank you.
As always, thanks for the view into your corner of the world.
I think it's a particularly good Forgotten Realms movie, like, specifically.
Thank you for sharing your daily practice with us, Chris. I especially liked the one on April 12 when you realize that "the idea we present that we can truly ruin things is the height of human-centered arrogance." Every time I witness the get-the-hell-out-of-my-way determination of Chinook salmon, I have the feeling they'll still be here long after we're gone. Compared to them, I know next-to-nothing about survival.
Friend, I love these so much. I can't decide if the ones that make me laugh out loud are my favorite or the ones that mark the changing in seasons with such poignancy. But I think this one might win out: "Reminding the buttrats once again that the Easter Bunny didn’t come because Jesus doesn’t appreciate unruly dogs." 😂💜 And wazhashk! The best.
Just the title had my attention immediately. As for your one sentence content, yes please. Here to listen and read.
4/12 especially. And wazhashk!
"Evening spent watching the fading western horizon while reflecting that once this land was occupied by dire wolves and saber-toothed cats, and the realization that the idea we present that we can truly ruin things is the height of human-centered arrogance.
The muskrat!!!! :D :D :D
I love blue herons and sandhill cranes. We have herons here in Southern Oregon, but I have yet to hear a Sandhill pass through. I miss their creaking chuckle that seems so painfully high. I could watch them longer and with greater interest than some of the cool old bi-planes that used to cruise the airspace over Bozeman; although, I suspect they may be reltives.
Thank you for posting the link to your poem of patron saints. I enjoyed it. And thank you again for this installment of your one-sentence journal. The words, themselves inspire, but so does the idea of steady, short moments of reflection. -Nigel
Paul's is definitely a great way to celebrate. So good.
Hi Chris,
LOVE THESE SENTENCES.
Sincerely,
Melissa
Miigwech! I’m honored that you subscribed. Made my week! 🤗