Half Awake Illusion

In the half awake moments before full consciousness I believed it was July; warm and sunny. I smiled My eyes opened to a gray and rainy morning. Not summer at all. October. And cold. September (and August) already gone. I could feel my heart yearning to go back. I surprised myself with this holding on.…

The things I might have learned

If my Abenaki grandmother did not have to live white, I might have learned the uses for heal-all, burdock and spirea. How to read the meaning in a wolf call. I might have learned to weave baskets of sweetgrass, the best time to dig the root of the blackberry, the names of the healing plants…

Stormy Day Rhythms

The clouds thicken, the flecks of weak sunlight disappear; darkening and dropping ‘til a soft sprinkle of rain begins. The wind and waves slowly and steadily gather strength. Blow, splash. Blow, splash. White caps parade across the bay as the islands play hide and seek in the fog, then dissolve into gray. Windows rattle. Tall…