Mike Freeman lived in Alaska for many years. He has written the memoir Neither Mountain Nor River: Fathers, Sons, and an Unsettled Faith.
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Psalter, For Now
We’re new to this, all of us. Whether banished from Eden or evolved from hunting and gathering is irrelevant. Either way, we’re a collective eye-blink from integration. There was a time when I wouldn’t have fussed much over sparrows or hummingbirds. There was a time when I wouldn’t have been alone, but in a band, right here, tight-knit and stitched by kinship. It’s no energy bar that would’ve sustained me, but knowledge, the same knowledge as the wolves and bears.
January 8, 2018
