On a sunny day, sitting in a tree overlooking the Nokasippi and Hay Creek valleys, I am struck by the beauty of the world. The late fall colors and the smell of decaying leaves erodes my desire for nomadism. The view, deer present or not, comforts me. But the tree-top view and poor vision hide our distant, disturbing future.
My simple mind can not grasp the significance of life’s predicament--is it a dilemma, an...Read More