Awanadjo Almanack

We have come full circle from seed to sprout to bud to flower and to seed again.

Hardships can bring out new and previously unimagined beauty.

You can catch the sweet aroma of the awakening Earth in your nostrils.

Hear the exuberant spring chant of a male cardinal rising undaunted in the falling snow.

The blown-down spruce left a big hole in the sky, and in my heart.

Most of Us Can’t Tell One Crow from Another

There are always more life-stages waiting to be revealed.

There was a time when nearly all the earth’s fresh water was drinkable.

The bears are slumbering soundly in their dens.