Finding Home in Montana

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator

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  • One year ago…

    02.07.21 “The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of…

  • January drags on…

    01.29.21 I looked back through my blogposts, and it appears I am often grumpy at the…

  • ‘Wintering’

    01.24.21 This was our sky on the eve of the Inauguration. I read it as an…

  • Losing our direction

    01.10.21 I don’t know what happened to this hawk, a Red-Tailed, I think. Perhaps, in his…

  • A New Year

    01.01.21 By Dana Gioia Let other mornings honor the miraculous.Eternity has festivals enough.This is the feast…

  • Year’s End

    12.28.20 The week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve is always an odd time–like you’ve just…

  • Coming to the Winter Solstice

    12.20.20 “Hope is a renewable option: if you run out of it at the end of…

  • Can’t find the forest for the trees

    12.13.20 For much of this past week, the weariness of it all has been a heavy…

  • Patience

    12.06.2020 NOAA DISCUSSION…”Rinse and repeat! No words can better explain ourcurrent weather regime as high pressure…

  • December 1, 2020

    12.01.2020 “It’s going to take some vigilance, some intention, to keep spirits bright in these December…