The cab came on time, my flight left on time and actually got me home early. Joy was there to pick me up, and I got home to find my house and my dog and my garden all looking just fine (thank you, Ursula).
As I was entering my journal onto this web site, reading over what I’d written, I was surprised to see that I heard and saw some noisy gulls on my first morning in Anchorage. I’d forgotten about that. It all makes perfect sense now. The wildlife welcomed me when I arrived and bid me adieu as I prepared to leave. It’s their home. It was before humans came, and it will be after humans leave.
Athabaskans came here. They fished. They hunted. They faded away.
7/1/2003, Fox Island
Russians came here. They trapped. They traded. They moved on.
Americans came here. They panned. They drilled. They stayed.
I came here. I listen. I wonder. I dream of coming back.
Featured image from Alaska Native Knowledge Network
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