A rainy morning following a wet night, the moisture most welcome in this dry summer. It rained much of yesterday as well, the soft female rain alternating with a pelting male rain, soaking deep into the thirsty ground. For the first time in a while we donned long sleeve shirts against the damp and chill.
In this misty, damp weather, the clouds have settled low over the lake, an almost fog in which I find myself thinking about M. Scott Momaday’s House Made of Dawn, the now seminal 1960’s Native American novel about healing and war. Momaday’s work holds a special place in may heart, having in many ways led me home. He reminds us that we form a sense of self through connection with community, story, and nature, and that healing comes as we reconnect with them.
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