When I was growing up, the native people of the land where I lived were invisible to me. They were represented by museum displays as curiosities of the past. They were described as a subject for study by archaeologists. I never even realized that there were still Ohlone people living in the area.
As I approached the forest last week, I remembered that the reason it exists there is because of a sort of exclusion zone in the middle of the city. I didn’t know at the time the full extent of that exclusion zone. I only knew about the high tension electric lines strung up on kachina dolls overhead. No one wants to live under that. And yet we can’t live the lives we live without the power that they bring. [Read more…]
Every little thing distracts me as I walk. The sound of a bird alert warning others of my presence. Another bird alert farther away that might be about my friend’s cat who has been known to track me on my hikes. My attention shifts from the forest canopy down to the floor. Oh! And what’s this? [Read more…]
Glasgow and Seattle both whisper in my ear and tell me that they could be home. Both places promise me that I can be a part of good things. Both places tell me that I can be a part of wonderful, overlapping communities of people building a future that I want to live in. [Read more…]