“Old customs are easy to forget with the flashing of events in our lives. Easy to forget, like the heavy clothing we once wore to survive the winters. It is an old custom, the handing down of things. A good knife, a well-made pipe, a heavy robe. Tradition falls prey to constant change, and creativity becomes so revered that the past is a relic, only to be admired. But in this coat, I was held to the earth, pulled to the past by its weight.” WellsMadeEarthPastFallEasyForgetCreativityOur LivesEventsTraditionWeightConstantWinterHeavyCustomsKnivesClothingsCoatsPreyPipeRobesRelics Author:Craig Childs
“There is a drop of blood in the snow before me.... The coyote... is in estrus.... spurred to let out a bit of herself, sending a message, telling everyone she was now ready, that the clock of her winter was ticking toward spring.” BitsBloodReadyMessagesSpringWinterSnowClockCoyotesSending A Message Author:Craig Childs
