I’ve been on the road for the last two weeks working on site preparations for the Alaska Edition and connecting with friends and family in our hospitality craft. 

from Saint Hildegard’s Liber Divinorum Operum

Nayyirah Waheed is a poet who continues to remind me of what is important in this life.  She writes this poem

Friends, I’m going to keep this one short(er).  I’m so excited to announce to you all our Radio Show – or in the modern verbiage: podcast. 

We’ve been thinking a lot about nourishment…

dawn in the vineyard

I was talking with a friend visiting & helping us from Denver in the living room of our staff house after a rousing game of dominos and she noted to me how much the word “break” is used in our work, on our land. 

I said this to a friend the other day, “I can see the wave coming now.”  I’m really not the person who should be using sea metaphors as the shore is one of the few kinds of landscape I haven’t lived on, but I know the feeling well of anticipating forces of nature coming towards me.  The other day here on the ranch we felt the same about a snowstorm coming in: blue skies, fifty-five degrees, birds chirping, and then, we could see it.  The front of grey clouds coming from behind the Mountain and then over it and then snow blowing sideways around us.