From up here, the little village packs in more and more till tempers rise. The brown old rock looms over hunters of tranquility, rare to find elsewhere. And peace…how they look for a moment of peace. We have enough to share.
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Tax-and-Spend Tourism Devours our Coast
Appetites have hugely altered this place first recorded by explorers as “No-cost,” an ironic name for the spendy spot where residents and visitors haggled over blubber. [Read More]
Exchanging gifts with Ursula
Le Guin’s writing has inspired me to question authority ever since my classmates and I read her work in school. [Read More]
Watershed Folk
Awareness of our common bond grows in these little events. Each gathering brings us a baby step closer to knowing how sacred this place is. [Read More]
Local citizens could rejuvenate democracy
Apparently some leaders need a refresher lesson on consent. A comparison between civic governance and interpersonal relations is appropriate. When someone expresses a desire for friendship, starts giving hugs, this does not mean it’s OK to pursue sex with them. Even if romance does unfold, pay attention if the person says no at any point.
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Open Letter for Creation’s Caregivers
Do echoes of knowledge persist in special landscapes even after wisdom-keepers die? Creation can inspire us to revive caring ways that mend broken bonds.
NeCus’ Village: Spirit Upon the Land
Repairing a local rip in history helps mend the whole fabric.
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Ingathering
“This is a collaborative project,” Deb said in the weeks leading up to the installation. “I hope other folks will feel inspired to participate and help with the weaving. It strengthens community when we make art together.” [Read More]
Sun-lifted Mornings in the Pacific Northwest
In the Pacific Northwest, the mornings come heavily weighted. Overnight, moisture sifts down or seeps up and the land sits heavy with it until the morning sun, if there, gradually lifts it up, like a mother raising an injured child’s chin and encouraging her to smile. [Read More]
Home Stream
If I were placed blindfolded on the upper reaches of Elk Creek and its watershed area, I would know I was home. [Read More]