Pigeon, Just a Pigeon

I was listening to someone today. It felt pretty ordinary. I didn’t consider it ‘listening’ at first. It was conversational. Simple. Ordinary, even.  Until I was stunned. Stunned awake. Still, it was a simple moment. We had been talking about...

Refining Fires

I worked in a foundry many years ago. In all the years, and all the jobs, since then working at the foundry remains my favorite. There is something stilling and quieting about being around the noise of industrial production and the element of fire, molten...

Reflections on Solstice

The Summer Solstice: Standing Still I’m writing this newsletter on the day of summer solstice, June 21st. I notice a lot of my friends in the Lower 48 aren’t as familiar with this observance, but here in AK, we luxuriate in the apex of the long of hours of...

Support

Every once in a while I get curious about a word’s etymology. Just the other day I was wondering about support. At first I was wondering about the times in my life that I stubbornly resisted, turn away, support offered by others. And the opposite, too –...