this quiet season.

i’ve been pretty quiet around this space. i have been studying how to let go. how to sink into this quiet season. 

i find my peace and joy in the outdoors. you know, out where the snow falls, snow on snow on snow. out where i can tromp through the woods and the only sounds i hear are of the forest.

once again, thanksgiving came and went. a fine round truly-free-range turkey was baked and enjoyed. when it came time to pick the meat from the bones, i decided on one of my favourite-est places in alaska to deposit the carcass for my woodland friends. i call this custom coyote thanksgiving. this year i chose a spot where i witnessed their tracks in and amongst trees and creekbank.

happy thanksgiving, my fine furred and feathered friends.

i am thankful for you.


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