Archive for 'a small life'

These are parts of the Story

December 23rd, 2010 – 11:52 pm

From the stone, from the drums, from stories, memories, images of a life, living. A golden thread ties us all together.
 My father turned 88 this summer. He is the rememberer and story-teller of his generation. When I went home to celebrate his birthday, I asked him if he would tell me in a most simple […]

a new day dawns

October 3rd, 2010 – 4:53 pm

A hiker, in his sixties, very experienced, got lost in the Park. It is easy to get disoriented there. The canyons are deceptively interlocked, forming a huge maze of sandy washes bounded by massive piles of granite.
I read about it in the paper on his sixth day missing. He was just out for the day, […]


October 2nd, 2010 – 9:47 pm

Drumming, distant, arrythmic, awakened me. Listening, I leaned into the silence between beats. Thor’s sword began to slice away the velvet dark to open a gate for the Sun’s entrance.
And what an entrance. Perhaps entranced, described me as I watched magic colours, that only nature knows how to manage, light up the east and turn […]

Little Spirits ~ Manitiw

May 21st, 2010 – 7:38 am


When I was very young, I sat in dry grasses listening to my great-grandmother tell stories of the Manitou. On the the surface, these Algonquian tales are familiar to Europeans.  They are stories about elves; little spirits,  who live under rocks and along streambeds, energies capable of  […]

With the Sun

May 19th, 2010 – 9:37 pm

He comes with the sun
Sauntering up the hill
Greets me

Acknowledges Ulli Maki
It’s a pattern laid down by their mutual ancestors
They meet eyes
look away, meet again

We share the delights of the morning and the garden freshly watered.
And after an hour or so we each move into our separate days.

Simple thanks

November 26th, 2009 – 7:09 pm

Wneewa is a Mahegin word.  Simply translated it means, “I thank you.” The Mahegins are part of my Algonquin ancestors who I connect to through my mother and our Grandmothers. The Mahegins have mostly returned to dust and their language is almost forgotten, so, it pleases me to offer wneewa to the winds today, in […]

“You are under the protection of Cats”

February 24th, 2009 – 11:38 am

This is the culprit.
I believe him to be brother to the sweet faced girl who visits
Not many mornings ago I awakened to a most noxious odor. I looked at Ulli-Maki and he at me, our eyes watering as we headed into the living room. We’d been tagged. There is nothing like testosterone laden cat sign […]

What we value, cont.

February 7th, 2009 – 11:31 pm

In my childhood community, two cultures; Scandinavian and Native American lived side by side.  People often ask me about this, curious about what it must have been like to be a sky-eyed child on a reservation.

What I remember was an incredible sense of security, and comfort. We had total freedom to run on the beach […]

What we value

February 7th, 2009 – 7:17 am

What we value says a lot about the culture we were raised within. Comparing notes, my friend Gunn and I agree, even though she was raised in Stockholm and I on a Pacific Northwest coast Indian reservation, there was very little difference.
Gunn calls it the legacy of all Scandinavians, “We are the survivors,”  it is […]

And then we say goodbye

January 22nd, 2009 – 9:28 pm