Saying grace with and for microbes, for that which we depend on and that which we battle in this great struggle of life and death. It made me think about things I usually do not ( Read more... )

I wrote this essay back in the Winter of 1984, when I was 24, for a class in Native American Studies (NAS 301). My teacher was Henrietta Whiteman, now Henrietta Mann. I haven't seen her for decades. I was told I was the first at the University of Montana (Missoula) to graduate with a minor in Native American Studies, as it had just been approved ( Read more... )

Canticle of the Sun, by St. Francis of Assisi ( Read more... )