SubscribeNovember 13th, 2011
an austere beauty
a peardg photo
I find myself missing home, its austere beauty, silence, winter cold, smells of woodsmoke, the glimpses of moose and whitetail, the vast silence of night on the mountain.
An older picture but one set here to honour home.
July 10th, 2011
homesick
I can’t travel much yet, but still, I want to cross the Columbia, climb the hill where the wild horses are and go see family. I was trying to describe the sweat to someone today who is Finnish and has a long history with the sauna. There is much the same although they used birch branches. Still, describing the experience set off memories, which set off a wave of homesickness.
taken by peardg
May 12th, 2010
Off into the wilds…
I am out of here for six whole days. Heading out early, early to be on the road back to the Rez. Wahooooooooooooooooooooo!
Talk at you from the way.
March 17th, 2010
The turn to home
Woke up at 3AM again. Being an efficient woman, I decided to do some chores and so went out to retrieve my laundry. And came face to face with a skunk. Luckily for me the skunk decided to play nice and gave me safe passage. So I was able to deal with my clothes and come back into the house with just the normal human stink.
My heart rate is more-or-less back to normal but I am oh-so wide awake now, hence the computer browsing and blog posting. In the process of having a look-see I found this new photo posted on peardg’s flickr page. The first thing I thought was “oh cool that’s the turn to home.” Bleh.
The photo represents one of the turns close to the edge of the reservation where I have recently been for Thyra’s funeral services and where she is now buried. Work has been terribly busy of late, and as of yesterday, got even busier. I actually had my head in my hands at the end of the day feeling as I did the long long hours to come if I’m to keep up with the pile. I haven’t really thought about Rez and family things much and I’ve been doing pretty well I thought.
The weather in Vancouver has been absolutely gorgeous. Yesterday peardg and I (she works in the same office as I do, at least for the next couple of weeks) walked over to the art museum and had hot chocolate and tabouli (odd combo huh) sitting outside in the sun. We had a really great waitress which made things even nicer. It was delightful bit of time and despite the hullabaloo at work, I went back with a sense that I could survive. But the picture has set off a wave of “can I run away” questions.
I don’t like being pulled to places I cannot go. I mean I really don’t want to live on the Rez again despite missing the people there. I’m not sure there is a good solution to it, but perhaps I do need to visit more – more than the weddings and funerals that another sister gently chastised me for when I got there this last time. Perhpas it is as simple as that.
For now, skunk fear somewhat abated, perhaps a hot bath with lavender? Then a bit more sleep.