On the brink of 2012, all things are possible–even a log-cabin creche in which one finds a melding of poultry and hoofed beast. Manger in French is to eat. In English a manger is a trough housed in a stable and used to hold feed or fodder for livestock. In this scene the duck lies down with the lamb. It reminds us all things are possible. All resolutions can be made and kept. We can resolve to stop global warming. We can have world peace.
Monthly Archives: December 2011
In September, I had the great pleasure to serve as Writer in Residence for The Island Institute in Sitka, Alaska. http://home.gci.net/~island/index.htm.
“The Island Institute cultivates uncommon conversations about the nature of vital communities — the web of human relationships and responsibilities, and our connections to the greater natural world.”
Before I departed California for Alaska, I wrote a version of the following musing, emailed it to friends in a newsletter, and pasted it to my website:
While traveling Route 128 between Cloverdale and Mendocino with my daughter last summer, I found this chainsaw totem by the side of the road. It is to the art of tree carving as the remaining redwood forests are to the Tongass National Forest in southeast Alaska–pale in comparison. But, reluctantly, I admit I love this rough-hewn face–and, reluctantly, I admit I still love California.
Now I’m home and writing about the Sacramento River, California. Many know that California is an island too. In fact it is said to be named for Queen Calafia, who ruled a colony of women on the Island of California before explorers found it was indeed connected to the mainland. And it is. Sort of. As Baranof Island is sort of connected to Alaska.