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 […]
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 […]
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 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 […]
ONE LAST GLANCE
Speaking cat-to-cat.
Her face changes.
(to see her full screen click on the image, then use the zoom for one more enlargement)
Enchanted
I do not know what she was thinking, feeling, but for me, the world filled with such peace. All the craziness and busyness we occupy ourselves with, gone. The blessing of living in the moment slipped in to all […]
Phthalo Man, what an intoxicating colour!
The can-opener’s floor is dull as dirt, warm sand, boring. Now, I’ve been watching her for months. Her concentration is almost cat-like as she dips and swipes. I decide it’s time to do her a favor, spice up the place while she is out chopping wood.
Phthalo!! Intense permanent blue Purrfect!
First […]
She finds me just before sunrise as I am grinding coffee. We are neighbors, share unbounded property lines. We see each other most mornings, say hello, but this morning we stop. Would I like to spend some time, she seems to ask.
I kneel by the glass and rest my hand against the window, she leans […]
One of my friends.
A pack of six coyotes hunts around the house. These guys have bushy tails and are more graceful, compact, of a lighter colour than other coyotes here. We’ve taken to calling them “brush wolves” because of their more wolf-like demeanor; curious and playful, we are relaxed in each other’s company. The other […]
