I have been told that in some northern Indigenous traditions, the aurora is described as the hair of departed ancestors. The sky last night was a beautiful illustration. My son tells me he has seen auroras for several nights, including fiery red ones.
Monday, June 28, 2021
Monday, June 21, 2021
We Must Write Poems About Trees
We must write poems about trees, not just take pictures,
because a picture is always too far, too near, too simple.
If it shows the sweep of branches it misses the texture of bark and leaf.
A tree will not confine itself to one perspective. It is like history
or dreams, or anything we try to grasp like the blind ones
with the elephant: anything too big and too intricate and too sacred.
Anything, really.
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