Tag: stewardship
Neorural
It comes too early. The same time each day. A little after dawn. I’d guess half past six on a clock. I wouldn’t know. I don’t bother with clocks here. They don’t mean much. They don’t change the light or the weather or what needs to be done. I hear it before I see it.…
Last Stands of the Rio Grande
“Even in the slightest breeze, you can hear the voice of the cottonwood tree; this we understand is its prayer to the Great Spirit.” –Heȟáka Sápa (Black Elk), Oglala Lakota medicine man Since the end of the last ice age, when humans first ventured into what is now the Middle Rio Grande Valley, Indigenous cultures…
Tending the Mountain
I became a forest steward less than a week after my dad died in his mountain home. Still in shock over his passing – though in his early 90s, he was so robust in mind and spirit it seemed he’d live forever – it would’ve been easy to skip a green cities orientation I’d signed…
